Church Pants - Hail Mary Mallon

When the rats rose up and broke their silence

And assembled on the shores of the closest island

With their folk beside them and a rogue defiance

Went 2 by 2 and awoke Poseidon

Leopard print Speedo on the F.D.R.

saying «follow that car»

Same maze different shit name sake blanket pocked

49 miners slick pick and pan, thanks a lot

Hook and reel pushing wheels building more storied land

Honest deal daily dose, aching bone, quarry hand

I praise the day porn began

Loser wins a cupie doll, not the father Maury dance

Saddle spin apple sins kings that cry

Ousted by the clergy we’re not worthy of the crimson tide

Let it be just beware of prison pride

Proud Mary keep on burning down the house there’s kids inside

Give it time speaking soft send him in

Tell him what he’s here for and appear sure to his next of kin

Set your sails bed of nails elbow back

Trading in the British pound sitting down with Meadow’s dad

Kettles black might explode sign the paper

Resuscitate me if the doctors are the kind that cater

Labor party line, primed with wine and wafer…

You’ll get buried in the desert like I’m gator, hater!

Pink bunny slippers on the F.D.R.

saying «follow that car»

Moth man morph devoid of a new cocoon

More aches in his joints than joints in his human suit

No cigar, scoop dirt smitty over hook-in-mouth

Foot work itchy for a hoof and snout, do or die intruder bound

Zoomed on the stupefying truancy of

Santa’s little helpers watching millie pull her Brooklyn out

Part hex, part dark RX, part kill the headlights when approaching a harpy nest

Ever oscillating Arp noise, operate and charter stone hearts out of gargoyles

Ditto on the guard dogs, ruff!

This is not behavior distorted by the presence of other personage

More a naturally occurring perfect mess

Couriering letters from the burning bridge

Paranormal death-match, check back early-ish

Crack bread, marry a cursed hand

To it’s weapon like Slurpee to church pants, I circle the worm can

I’m 21 spud guns burped over Birdland

Whole time swervin' the work van