i'm with the younguns

 we sacrificed a kitten for you look
in a pentagram look with the candles
and the sweet scent of stomach bile
mixing with vodka
bloody mary in a broken bottle

we need to prove we
deserve to be among you to serve the gods
of (poetry/art/chaos) whatever tickles your fancy

-well get a move on then go
go it's your last chance to dance
it's the devil you dance with
and nobody know no no knows
is it rhyme is it prose is it roman de la rose
with the roman nose and the hammer toes
from dancing
ballet freestyle
around his one true love that grows
thorns more than beauty

meanwhile: unsung heroes sing
along the kerbside been there four and twenty
years four and twenty pigeons have shat on my head
good luck so they say

don't flatter yourself dear
i'm only here because i could write about it someday