Mad Scientist

Freak show is my
laboratory
in the underground

Frankenstein
Can’t hold a candle
Next to this garden
underground

This time I feel like being
experimental

Everyone is tired
of holding it back

all of the used up
old excuses
turning to dust

so we’re winning
with carts of coal

Earth filled with
summers

or moonshine bottles
of liquid sunshine

From all the
earnings
of yesteryear