Graze Monotony (2007)

Aliens

SCARF IT YOU FAT
YOU FAT CUNT
there’s ribcages amongst fecal plants, out there
in another world
away from the sweaty chiphouse
the cordial bastard with the dead cow grimacing on a silver stick
the adolescents giving you maximum creed for three-ninety-nine
aye, there’s ribcages with organs
bulging out of bone, tearing through skin as wafer as wet tissue
bellies round as bollocks, shrunk little gets
shrieking blood and brain-lobe from their very teeth
stained with mud of their fathers and death of their mothers
pretty, pretty pictures of folk
a right quasimodo of a troupe
not down t’road
but out there
in another world
someone wants that kebab,
someone kills for that kebab
call you names all night
can’t help, won’t hurt
a world away,
what’s the masterplan?
I’ve no blueprints…
and all we can do is
don’t