you have huge long blue curling talons
you believe you look striking pale faint
but they're just great big burped up gallons
of grotesque applied gypsy paint.
cross your palms, do your thing yeah, then piss off
you make me strike icy and wary
i feel your stuff coming up, i want to cough
i could predict you know, so don't dare me
you came up here. i didn't ask.
you found me without warning.
i didn't see your human mask
until that crispened morning.
and now you leave me one more time
so different is the measure.
i feel i have put right the rhyme.
cos i stole all the treasure.
