Just Desserts

Fishy fishy Nev nev 
Critters in your veins 
How’s your ever bed, Nev?
How about your deaf head?
Still a stinky drain?

Feel “harassment”, is it? 
You sure are ‘bout to know
When sins down-you-hunt—c*nt
Catch you in their flow

Every rotten memory 
burning through your nuts
Like lava on the gentry
And Japanese te-ruz 

The seed that’s in your balls 
Transmutes into those tears 
Of every child you f*cked-up
Thundering in your ears

If per chance your conscience wakes
Perhaps repent on the cement 
Aware your Saviour bears the scars 
Of your eternal theft