reveling in hellish behavior, I’m on the devil’s level
selling my intelligence for fruity pebbles
appellate fellas telling felons to shell out for shorter sentences
relishing embellishments and quelling your apprentices

I’m better at gelling with the nellies than most fellas
dividing mind, spirit, and body, that’s metaphysics
riddled with indecision, missing like men on a mission
smitten with criminals, digging ditches and splitting

witnessing villages pillaged, interest in immigrant missives,
invest in targeted missiles, villainous gov’ment officials
fishing for intuition, that division’s efficient,
licking his lips, blood lust, like he vampire bitten

wishing for less miserable Smiths living in Britain,
killings ritualistic, feral chickens offensive
pushing political tickets, written sentences spitted, 
rickety picket fences guarding prickly thickets

shouts out to Rickety Cricket, I view my life as a mystic,
I see a path and I pick it, perhaps particularly fickle
mixing up my missions with a dash of malaise
making mockeries of murder sprees, be ashamed

the illest pill popping victorious individuals
fictitious and shilling for tricky visions of ignorance
pistol whipping kittens and eviscerating innocence
pissing wistfully in the wind