The Village Ritual

We groomed him to perfection lured him with our lights cooed him with our sizzles blurred his dreams and sights We slotted him in awkward hampered his imput laced his drink with moonshine on his fingers shut We cautiously immersed him.....while his mind involved then cut him in slow motion.....as our pills dissolved Goons staggered in his footsteps cracked behind his back baulked him in the darkness saddled him with black We gathered to ignore him clashed in crude mischief receptive in our duty deceptive in our sleep The schoolyard's sang his story the children gagged and quipped in church his face was gory in time his name be ripped So a section dress to party forfeited his invite we'll designate the barmy to blind his way tonight Attire obtuse and tarty a slice above the knee let's prey on his exclusion from pagan history