Paint the Map Red

Paint the map red

Ask me sir what I do say,
Ask me sir what I do pray,
A damned usurper is born today,
Whistle thread and smitten broken bread,
Remembering form of the dead,
Diced livers blood, cured in smoke,
Cautiously remembered by lovers of popes,
Cats wishers stained repent,
Sharpen teeth with no lament,

Stroke the pussy cat drink the tea,
Walk up to the georgian house.

Teeth bleeders in-excess,
Warm lover with colder breath,
Lay coins on eyes,
Remember not to cry,
Drowned lovers lye broken creased,
Scared wolfs circle the female grief,
Covers enfold for a disaster brief,
Boudicca arms hold back my relief,
Metal rust circle lake,
In lovers meaningless embrace,
Walls of trapped unholy lace,
Hip flask water please replace,

Stroke the pussy cat drink the tea,
Walk up to the georgian house.

Demon land lines worn by foot,
Break it down until it hurts,
End of pencil eaten wood,
Ageing monarch under bush,
Flick the flex out this pen.
Uncage the lion from it's den.
Pluck the plectrum,
flick the switch.
Chew your toe nails and be sick.
Hold your hands up into the sky, 
Ask the bastards why do we die? 

Stroke the pussy cat drink the tea,
Walk up to the georgian house,

Do you understand what I say?
The moon is out it is time to play,
Light a match under clear night sky,
Brace yourself mouse for loonies pie,
Laying close embers fire,
Full of digital Post modern desire,
Feeling unsure by the shore,
Hunters take aim at ghostly boer,
Standing at the edge of earth,
I feel short and have no port,
Angry alcoholics they lay saw,
Taken down by blemished whores,

Stroke the pussy cat drink the tea,
Walk up to the georgian house,

Start again with no hand of ten,
can't remember anything,
Blind bliss,
Vison-less,
Rolling anger with your fist,
On gods earth there are many fish,
But there is nothing uglier than fat Englishmen,
Stare At the spire,
The sea is on fire,
I Wonder where the moon is?
Am I geocentric?
Or just a slight of hand trick?
Or am i your loom lay-be-on and hive lick?
Their is no suggest found,
For this ground sound,
Remember the time where my mother wasn't bound,
Around we go to the inner hive,
Dark Victorian looms aside,
I foresee a better time,

Stroke the pussy cat drink the tea,
Walk up to the georgian house,

Oxymorons left for dead,
Leave your leathers by the bed,
I can't Remember what you said?
Smoke and mirrors on the deck,
Self delusion and burnt as bread,
Between the words of discontent,
Memories lost in felt,
Lonely men holding hands dealt,
As soul get lost in holes of belts,
Click then cluck,
Retract then thump,
Full minds of broken schemes,
Floating fleeting ex-fold dreams,
At the end of broken Seems,
Dancing rat-lice kill off angry breeds,

Stroke the pussy cat drink the tea,
Walk up to the georgian house,

Hunters vision will foul of bird,
A hundred thousand million humans in a herd,
Minced and bleached remove the teeth,
Don't embrace men who gas the weak,
Lay me down in the street,
Feed on me Until I sleep,
Hold my skull in your hands,
Finger holes into the ground,
Informed by your sin,
Carbon rich life can begin,
The ghost wishers of steps,
Light lines without intellect, 
Walking with no sound,
The death bow saw is at hand,
Forget me for my faults,
For I am not lost without a soul,
As the tan fades and past's get boxed,
In between you and the coming frost,
Deep seeded weathered costs,
The water thick ick icy cold.
Not Remembered for just betweens,
Space, suppression, and relief,
Breath content with your deeds,
To forgive, 
To Except,
I don't see I will forget,

Stroke the pussy cat drink the tea,
Walk up to the georgian house,
Paint the map red,