The King of Misdirection

I am the King of Misdirection

the Mayor of Make-believe;

your watches are in my pockets

I’ve silk bunting up my sleeve.

I am General Confusion,

Disaster is my man,

helped by Captain Chaos,

we can fuck-up any plan.

I am your chosen leader,

I’m leading from the front.

I am the black queen

the one from hunt the cunt.

Please pay for your admission

your ticket for our ride

- and when we get to apocalypse,

you’ll realise that we lied.