Gamma Globulin Emperor X

Pressing out the covers
Bringing out the blue shirt at Matt’s wedding
Disrespect the satyrs
Did not

Cannibal confusion
Which cut is the bicep which one’s uselessly
Draped across the table
Be not

Take a hammer to the table
Use it for a carving knife
Or batter the legs until they buckle
And be not confused ‘cause no one hurt you

Be not, so hot, unnervously
Jumping onto the things we brought to bring our friends enjoyment

House and bars in emergency
Hold hands, throw sand
If we all do we might induce a dust storm by ourselves in Tripoli

Everybody’s hungry
Everybody needs a holy plate full of
Appetizer of cleaned and killed prey
Questioning commandments, questioning the guards that we tied at the border
Neutrinos and field mice and wet clay
Rodents in the semi
Barreled through the checkpoint we just shudder
And rearranged the cargo, spit spray