Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D. Chonny Jash

I HOLD MYSELF IN CONTEMPT

Tearing the hair off a black baboon's skull is some cunt with some four-thousand wiles
Vomiting trite from his theremin throat while the zealots imbibe all the bile
Push past any pith to preserve the persona that earned him the right to get bent
Tears pages from spines as he judges the cover and shamelessly spoils the end

The Egoist sits, insists "this is it" making shit dins in a room stenched like piss
Hands on his snake, he wrings out its venom, intеnding to learn it to hiss
If you growl the words hard, they might think thеy heard art and ignore that the canvas is blank
The Emperor’s New Opera is a cover – shock horror! - and he still thinks that he should be thanked

So all that I see is it's all about me, till the meaning of "He" falls apart
Well, it seems he broke me, but I swear he will not break my heart
He will not break my heart!

OH LORD!

He'll rationalize rhymes till the T’s and the I's are re-crossed and re-dotted to a blur
Blacks out his eyes, hides the lines, flays his thighs till the they think that he is their her
Mangled and maliced, a foreheaded/four-headed phallus
This dickhead seems to forget that echidnas can't sing
But when curled in a ring, no he can't feel a thing, so he'll stay still till the quills drill back into his being

So God, take the steering wheel! Drive me to Fate and we'll finally sit down and have a chat
Show me your visage, or at least, just an image to prove that you ever had a plan
Idolatrous theation and fetishization mean he's not the me that we see through the screen
This mirror is faulty, it's beaming out light, yet endued with value only once it’s seen