The Heart of the Matter Doesn'T Matter

I WILL HAVE THE FILET OF HUMAN SOUL BUT DON’T USE ANY BUTTER, OIL, OR MARGARINE PLEASE You seem as if you ran a half minute mile now I suggest the bathroom floor of porcelain and tile It just makes this all seem so much more illicit Down on the tile to shoot something of which you’ll enjoy every bit Now squat, lay stand or sit Just get ready to experience some almost pure s**t You’ll need all the accouterments for my classification and kind You’ll require a lack of sense and your eyes be they blind Because in about a moment from now you’ll be swearing to a neon cloud Where everything is for free and only good behavior ‘tis allowed Now hand me that spike over there, please my dear Okay, simply relax and give no significant power to the fear Now hand me the syringe and slip on a brave face And prepare thyself to be in Jesus Of Nazareth’s embrace Cook the dope until you see it melt And the first time is difficult to describe how heavenly it felt Momentarily you will, if a Christian, swear you see His face With all His magic, sorcery and a sexy chick in a bikini to add a touch of grace Okay, easy babe, I’m just going to gently tap it in your armpit And see honey, I push the plunger so you can savor the s**t Now watch this my sweet , I pull up the plunger and blood rushes back to the top That’s called “booting, I call it a waste, and by the by, I never heard you say “the word stop” But have no fear, ‘tis not the cause nor blame which be relegated to angels of sin For this is a land called anywhere you want it to be on a map Here honey, rest your head upon my lap And always remember that first gentle tap For all this glory is only for you and greatly to your benefit Now squeeze out the words “I love you and that god damned s**t” And that’s when I begin to indoctrinate them into a life of crime I then when they escape I just realize she’s no longer mine Man, I do this to desperate little girls all the f*****g time And suddenly under a hot steamy Sicilian sun they’ll stomp on grapes for me were I to flash a silent sign And dig this dude, some I can alter, others hit the highway when they eventually get smart And the ones with more than a room temperature I.Q. know I don’t actually own their heart Yet on the whole I do own quite a few now sordid sister’s soul © ~2011 Phreepoetree ~free cee!~