Eulogy - Jam Baxter

Excuse me for intruding in your piece of hell

I want to be at the table when the swollen world eats itself

Grinning as it’s licking the grease from its starving continents

Carving the word 'par' in my heart as I pass the condiments

Shred the documents

I slept gripping an iron bar

Sent my mind touring the dark side in a hire car

The lit neon sign just read 'live a liar die a star'

So I arrived with my severed tongue in a giant jar

A barfly with a vile scar orders his seventh round

The clandestine kids on the corner were selling brown

And I was sporting organs that morphed into gormless orphans

I taught to ignore the laws of this boring decrepit town

They had the smack soup with them fat crack croutons, damn

I almost puked into my Lapsang Souchong, fam

Watching addiction rip the stitches out of introverts

Is akin to clocking pigs in this city picking a kid to search

It’s butters

I skipped desert and ripped the skies asunder

Enveloped every atom left my skin beside the puncture

The drowning kitten orchestra begin their final number

To a riotous applause from the kids inside the bunker

And everyday they grew less beautiful

I’d kill 'em but I couldn’t find a suplex suitable

A mass of black suits swarm a moonswept funeral

The eulogy was whispered by myself as usual

Here lies your every mortal enemy

Beaten to a pulp and packaged neatly in the cemetery

Regrettably, you are now contractually obliged to sell your tongue

For twenty pence

And shovel maggots in your eyes

Now shake my fucking hand Looks like I blew the whole shit up again

Come we reverse time

Drill a ditch and fill it with drug oil and desert wine

And we can take turns powersliding into the night

Riding a shrunken block of ice

And return surfing the world blind

Fine, let my face stew in the revelry

Boil amidst the madness and straight ruin the recipe

The breakthrough of the century

How can you explain yourself with a brain trained to melt

On command mewing incessantly?

And when the whole world ate itself

I stayed to hear the famous belch ringing round the dining hall

As unborn babies fashioned ice picks from ribs

And glued their hands to them with spit

To stop them slipping down vaginal walls

Bow to the head of the prang foetus club

Still in the womb with his head in his hands creasing up

Sneaking up, crawling out the gash and handing each of us a

Pamphlet on why living isn’t sweet enough

Sour vibes

Lather up and step out drunk

I’ve seen it all before and never tore my flesh out once

Your meal’s been marinating in the sewer tied in tourniquets

So never blame the waiters for your deadout munch

Fussy diner turned untouchable pile of mess

Compressed to a small spherical ball stuck to a wiry neck

The smile suggests it was added purely for the asinine effect of

Tricking its recipients

Shit, give your eyes a rest

Here lies your every mortal enemy

Beaten to a pulp and packaged neatly in the cemetery

Regrettably, you are now contractually obliged to sell your tongue

For twenty pence

And shovel maggots in your eyes

Pick them up start shovelling