OH! TO BE A MONSTER!

I was woken by a bite I looked up at my brother, his snout and chin were crimson bloody echoes of our momma

"Well rouse yourself and hurry quick" the leper wetly spat, I wiped his spittle from my cheek and cuffed him with my hat

 

"No time" he stamped "no time to play, get dressed we must alight, the Law have caught our pappy and they're hanging him tonight"

My bowels began to rumble for I'd met just once my sire, he'd yanked me from my momma's cunt and threw me in a fire

I took my brother's withered hand and stumped into the city, our visit brought the usual cries of nausea and pity

Some threw rocks and whipped us leather hard across my back, others made the holy sign to ward off spirits black

Then I saw my pappy he was trussed up in the square, about him hissed some Law-men but my pappy didn't care

He watched the gallows being built whilst jesting with the crowd, he lapped and sucked their hot disgust his dread demeanour proud

A tiny shape just four foot three yet massive from his deeds, he looked the way a monster should an imp of twisted needs

His crimes were read two hundred dead and countless women ravaged, children cut from nose to prick their tender corpses savaged

I've never been a fighter for my fists and face are brittle, I've stunted legs and feeble arms my courage none to little

But hearing pappy's wanton life I grasped his joyous lesson, anyone can be a man with Smith and Mr Wesson

A noose was placed around his neck he met it with a shrug; our grey eyes locked together then he felt the hangman's tug

Before he choked he seemed to mouth a fatherly command: "Go forth and spread your rancid sperm bring terror to this land"

I skipped back to my momma she was toying in her chair, she called me 'baby' stroked my face and pulled me to her hair

I kissed a while, did the things that mommas love and treasure, till she gasped and seemed to melt away a liquid mass of pleasure

"Well momma can you help me?" crooned her boy with dripping lips, her hands released my head and I looked up from bucking hips

"I know I'm young I know I'm weak I know I'm sick and frail, which is why I long to be a fiend and see the people quail"

She laughed aloud and cried until a tooth fell from her gums; she plucked it from her heaving gut with elongated thumbs

"My son you've said the very words I've longed these years to hear, you are your pappy's brat alright you'll make those fuckers fear"

She bellowed at my sister who was wrist deep on the floor, the hunchback reached conclusion then she rummaged in the straw

She threw me pappy's pistols wrapped in snakeskin, weed and lace - I took aim at my momma and I shot her fucking face

My sister sniffed for mercy so I killed her where she lay, I'd never liked the hunchback whore who lived for soldiers pay

My brother yelled behind me shaking hard with cold surprise, and I slowly raised both pistols took him right between the eyes

I'd never felt such power coruscating from my soul, in waves it formed a black armour that gummed my body whole

I freed my cock and fired on the corpses as they bled, my stinking semen thick as tar and glowing desert red

I'm finally a monster now with hate I must destroy! All those that mocked and pitied momma's sickly little boy

No more fists will strike me no more whips will tear my skin, my guns will silence all who breathe and feed the rage within

I stepped onto the highway formulating a base scheme, murder rape and torture no longer an empty dream

Eastward preened the city buttocks raised in aching need, a foetid pool of human scum demanding filthy seed

The first I killed was just a slave some dirty long limbed brute; I felt my gristle spasm as he begged me not to shoot

I flagged a merchant's wagon on its predetermined course and I killed the startled merchant and I even killed his horse

This didn't go unnoticed - in the distance bells were rung - and it roused the many Law-men lounging where my pappy hung

But us monsters never worry and I bellowed, "come then fools, I care not for your badges, for your weapons for your rules"

I sauntered into Freetown hatred cleaving a pink path; thirty people perished as they felt my steaming wrath

"Not my daughter!" yelled the blacksmith and he dived to save his cub, and he almost took my head off with a giant iron club

 

Bullets halved him and he whimpered, crying out his bitches name; I forced my cock inside her and I fucked the harlot lame

She looked at him and gargled as my fingers closed her throat, then I came upon her breasts and watched my semen form a moat

I never saw the boot that struck me or indeed the fist, a Law-man had descended like an angel from the mist

He whistled to his fellows who appeared as golden streams, parping platitudes and punishments and puce Mosaic dreams

They slowly made a circle rifles cocked and straining free, I cursed my luck and Jesus knowing death was aimed at me

My hands swept down and grabbed the guns that served my pappy well, then a molten blaze of justice sent this monster straight to hell

If truth be told it could be worse for I am not alone; I'm chained up with my family in a burning cell of stone

But no one hears our violent screams our wretched broken cries, we're here until the end of time and God in heaven dies