Mistress Grin

    
Anna you're slash and burn kind of woman  
fuck the feral morality of the peoples
stitch them in with your sideways smile  
  
I'd love to see the evolution of the Mistress Grin  
deconstructing infantile minds with style  
let's cut to the shit  
I'm a mad bitch  
you could call me your cult groupie  
   
fuck what other's think  
as they pick the nits out of your poetic hair  
in hopes of gaining your cut throat style  
you feel me lady?  
   
let's go downtown    
and take a shit in Time square  
while we spit poetry southern style  
it's a backwater, backwash baptist revival  
   
we'll baptize them in piss  
and christen them in blood  
as they speak in satanic tongues  
   
get your groove on lady  
let loose and let the shit fly  
my demons tell me your got lots to say  
spit it on the page  
   
let their eyes fall out of their sockets  
witnessing the gore that spills from your mind  
see I taste you lady  
 
let's get drunk on the vomit we spew
till our heads spin round  
like the girl in the Exorcist    
   
turn the page now woman  
masturbate cockroach feces  
and feed it to the masses  
   
fuck me