Bug eye nightmares

Bug eyed cauliflower faced monsters shriek 1960's songs
At winsome nothing women who speak in tiny sound
half wit gurning tooth folk drink green pop on a hilltop
sawing at unhappy violas in a bid to eke out 1960's songs
Fetid stinking mouldy varmints with nits knit a spectral cardigan
that unravels itself at strange moments like a threadbare plot
of a modern police series that everyone thinks is ace
Corpulent corpse monsters try to kill people who were shot
in fabulous dyed towns with plastic scenery and trees cry
howling in the torrent gales that lash angrily eyelash
on a huge fountain with a brown centre wringing emotion
like a ten faced mountain monster with muscular rock arms
and stone hard eyes. Rugged rucksack toting beige shorts
Abort at birth like a stupid cretin with light bearing retinas
Powerful luminosity of darkness shining beauty onto horror
horror of yellow haired non descripts from the crypt ripped
up innocent people toasting cheese on bread how could they?
Monkgods and Nunslumming vicious cross to bear cross crass
slow in torture but vile women gargoyle brains slut
Buckets of filth pig dropping mud raking sould crucified
rancid crow faced crinkled old hag beens withered chicken poo
smell worse than hospital blankets and look like slaughtered guts
they have no guts rapacious blood draining harbingers of wrong
And still singing 1960's songs. With peace and a flower. Those weren't
the days
my friend is a H-Bomb and is going off in one mad exploding rage
because he has a rose character a blossoming feminine quilt
My foe is a big bow with polka dancing dots who eyes me up
Fuck, fuck fuckability. That's the beauty of Jas. Sex brunette
Wow, vow to pickle sour women in the aspic viper filled pot of
death
and someone with bad breath made good. Boil old boilers in wee
send them to Hades with a squire of fire as soon as can be
Sleaze goat backed puck faced doom bringers stir in liver essence
expect me to taste their vile cough mixture as if it were coffee
Doff evil hats at good girl think she will relent to their bent
and screw these repulsive dead weeds in a cheap dirty tent
Some things potato eye the sultry eyed panama with relish
Lustful gremlins eat foetus sperm and bathe in an old woman's
perm
so that they can become frizzy. Ten green battles hanging on the
brawl
hard faced all same boys smashing hard things in a mans
vernaculas
Sometimes stethoscopes and periscopes have sex with a tent bottom
priest
Scaly faced common crud- they bother brunettes. Always. And think he is
it suit shit
Jowly faced curve reflection worrying you from a room basket
Basket lives! In a sexy come on baby basque! Hark the woven
Jesus!
My name is basque tight laced straight faced virile penis rotten
cunt!
Squeal creatures in the pit of bowel incontinene say scribbly
things
such as have you met the gardening suck bugger and his vowels
Gibbering towels fly at you beating the shit out of wet innocents
Blabbering women hard old pestilence fly at lovely girl
Beauty is brunette they attempt ruin but crud women cannot
Put old harridan sick creatures in a decaying festering clot.