The Moulded Murderer

He could give himself to everyone
But the ones that loved him
He could give himself to all
Those that had moulded him into another
'TOXIC AVENGER'
Yeah, he could throw himself
Like a stick of dynamite
Upon those that adorned him
Yes my friend
He was ready to explode
He was all ready to explode

But he could not throw himself on those
That had imprisoned him
He's a feral pussy in his cleaned-out cage
Walking that walk
To and fro to and fro
And people just seein' he wants OUT
And that's what he'd even yell n'' shout:
"I'm down and out, I'm down and out"
But he'll rollon his back all a-ready for
His tomcat tummy tickled
By his Jailers
And then he'll purr and purr and purr...

And those that'd free him
He'd go for their throats
With decisice incisor teeth

No, even in the Last of Days
He won't 'stop the clocks'
To plagiarise
A poet's line
To think upon those Last of Days
To think a rubber
Can erase
The build-up
To these
Last of Days

AJ Buttle October 2010