Stuck Pig

Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb,
In the city of Molotov,
In the province of gun,
In a whole off the highway
In the land of two suns.
Sometimes I get pissed
When
My blow goes like a quickie in the snow
But I’m sure I’ll go down inside.
I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
On the feet of a dragon.
Alone in the sun for sticking it in too long.
The seed of a bastard.
Some night’s the wind pipe’s covered in dope.
I pray it be covered in a rope.
Me, me, me.
Grief, grief, grief.
Beat the heat.
Grunt fuck.
Grin fuck.
Push her in the snow fuck.
The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb.