Influence That

 Influence That

 

Remember that

all you Ghouls

or maybe you forgot

your Chapman took aim

squeezed trigger and shot

for what

if you filleted his brain

you’d find not a lot

eviscerate his soul

disembowel

his stinking innards

unfurl coiled guts

with a soothsayer’s

toothpick stick

vacuum shallow insides

inhale deep

until you’re sick

you could not tell truths

in gizzards such as these

indeed

you find no sense

for no one was in our tree

your taken path

your easiest way

Ghouls open your traps

rattle off

death’s bucket list

gorge on midden scraps

Chapman’s scum

thick ejaculating

sick dribbling tacky glue

defiles a platform near you

diagnose influencer’s envy

in Hades’ soiled arsehole

beggars sponging it

come the day

you need to save your souls

get you to a mirror

Chapman’s Ghouls

go and stare

find your reflection’s reflection

pollutes our clean air

hide you behind

your weakly mother’s skirts

get thee to a rattery

to call you dogs

is to smack you up good

with flattery

the shelter of the rabid mob

will hide all Ghouls

but remember the next Chapman

is coming for you.

Influence that.