I CRIED

I was born in a brothel cus my mummy was a whore, my daddy was a quadroon from a war torn shore

Thus a pus stained cot scabbed my first two years, I grinned behind bars as my old ma's tears

Hit the cum stained dust steaming thick with dread, a syphilitic fuck and the silly cunts dead

So her pimp said, "boy you've to earn your stay, on your knees and your belly is the way you'll pay"
I cried

A decade of lust crusted up my thighs, a decade of quadroons and their war torn eyes

And I killed my pimp in a gin soaked dream, chewed his cock like an apple stretched his neck from a beam

Hark I ran my brothel as a good pimp should, by whip, by hammer, by bug black blood

Till a flood from the Thames swept my whore's and my cot, left me hot in a sewer midst the shit and the rot
I cried

I emerged as a prophet casting visions of sperm, to die is to see neath the gunk of my worm

Oh I judge not flesh neither sex nor age, gashed buttocks giggle as I tear in rage

Watch me giggle and gnash hear the snip snip snip, pruned dicks, sweet clits, cold toes warm lips

But I left my prints in a puddle of piss, struck down chained up to the gibbet I hiss and cry
And cry

I sneer at the crowd, hear the plague fucks cheer, my crimes read aloud, "you're a fiend" they leer

I answer with spit and a gust from my gut, though it's true I'm a mad damned kill crazed slut

The noose snaps tight and my legs dance free, goodbye brittle life they've fucking done for me!

Though I've no regrets as I feel Hell's breath, for I lived as a devil rimming ass and death
I cried

 

DUMB

I've always been a stupid boy that's why they call me Dumb, my trade is scrubbing horses free from shit and desert scum

I live beside the stables eating rotten fruit and slugs, and my only friends are sour mash and Momma's severed dugs

It was a sickly summer's morn when Pastor called my name, "Hey dumb you're looking bitter and I know the ones to blame"

I stopped my work and stared at him a brute of fifty four, and I kissed his golden crosses begging, "Pastor tell me more"

His flesh aflame he grinned at me and spat Jehovah's rule, that you never get to Heaven if you live and die a fool

There's only one way through the gate into eternal joy, "so cast aside you doubt and fear and listen stupid boy!

You've to kill a dozen serpents, loop their skins about your head, you've to smear you face with semen sucked from harlots raped and dead

Oh 'cus God hates snakes and women, he demands their bloody end, Dumb it's there just read your bible and them words don't break or bend"

So I greased out to the desert armed with scripture and my gun, and I killed a dozen serpents watched by Negroes on the run

And they trilled, "hey crazy white-boy with ya red and rattled eyes, it's the Devil's work ya doing"

So I shot them for their lies

My next stop was the brothel, to a slut called Missy Steed, and I dragged her to the stables where I pumped her full of seed

Then I cut her throat and smiled as her blood pooled on the straw, "Hey Jehovah I'm your angel ask that stinking demon whore"

The Pastor he was waiting by the Church Of Brittle Sin, and his congregation giggled as he quickly waved me in

Then he slammed the door behind him laughing, "Look it's 'holy' Dumb! Well he really went and did it see the snakes and smell the cum"

My head burst and I fell into a never ending hole, Missy gloats and taunts me as she guts my wretched soul

Though I've always been a stupid boy that's why I don't complain, so suffer like sweet Jesus on my golden cross of pain

 

THE JUDGE'S WIFE

They swooped at four their muskets primed their bad intentions neatly timed, I'd sunk a quart of Chinese dope, passed out in sick and sticky hope

I couldn't fight just meekly stare, a sergeant clawed me by the hair, squawked "Worm you're summoned to the Judge", the courthouse clapped and we did trudge

And as they whip me through the town my bowels and make-up running down, I try to reason what I've done and what the hell my life's become

The Judge a hawk named Silas Torr, his gavel hard a pounding Law, demanded where I'd been last morn an hour either side of dawn

I answered, "Bollock deep in whores, despite their hate and laughing sores, for I've a cock and cocks need love"

Well Silas thundered from above:

"You lie! You killed and killed again, you killed a little child and then, you killed her mother, crushed her head, you'll burn for this I'll see you dead!"

I replied:

"Well yes I fucked your stinking wife, I tore her up and made a life, and then she birthed a gnashing girl with sunken cheeks and bloody curls

That had to die to hide my sin, her mother to yeah I bashed in, I stashed their bodies in some scrub then went for liquor, dope and grub"

The gavel came and I went cold, a wasted youth two decades old, outside they stamp and gather wood a public killings always good

"Thou shalt not kill!" I beg and cry, but silence answers from the sky, then kindlings lit beneath my feet:

"Please help me mom, I'm burning meat!"

Though Momma's gone, she died last year, my Pappy knifed her lost in beer, and he was killed where I now smoke a junkie bloodline, roasted broke

No Cain and Abel, Pa like son, enslaved by tar and my black gun, an angry worm with dreams of gold, torn out, beat up, face first in mould

And as the flames crisp up my chin, my brain reminds me of my sin, the Judge's wife, her steaming slit, her tarry lips her whiskey spit

The way she hissed as I struck deep, then kissed me clean as I took sleep, her blackened eyes, her mottled lumps, her eager throat her flapping stumps

I wish I'd left that piece alone, sought hand relief safe in my home, the townsfolk bellow what's in store, to scream, and scream forever-more