The Anti-orthodox Self-righteous Elf

Where to begin, where to begin!
Oh wicked sin!
Two eyes of tin; 
one evil grin;
Three lumps of subzero in my tonic and gin
Thirsty, my mouth the hottest hole in hell
Useless cerebral juices causing the brain to swell 
Tonsils crushing, throat threshing, an undesirable fire
Vocal cords pulled tighter than steel piano wire
Not at peace for my voice is deceased
Tore my tongue in the jaws of a beast

As I listen to death-metal on the holy day
I glisten in the prison of my mind blown away
Demons and angels bumping and grinding together
Ferociously fornicating and other F letters

I’m going down, I’m going down!
Where the midnight toads croak
The choir of liars silently chokes
on Medussa’s tangled serpentine hair
I plucked my eyes out with an ice-pick
Why should He care?

The nameless are shameless,
you better beware!
They will castigate you
And castrate you when you are still young
My life is a dirge; I have been sung.

Everything I’ve learned about living is wrong
The feeble are force-feed by a few fictional strong
Some measure might by what’s hard and long
Ask the boys suffocating on a bad bishop’s thong

I know better than to question existence
The great GOD of Gandhi practiced passive resistance
Just not with me. Just not with me.
He has a master’s degree at manipulating my misery

Helplessly hanging from a hellish horizon
I’ve been caught saying one too many lies and
There’s but one direction for my sinning corpse 
Down to the darkest furnace of fire, or worse!

I could be minced into dog-meat and fed to carnivorous sheep
Or caught in the teeth of the longest unzipping beneath
the toxic cloth tailored by Lucifer’s niece
after it has been bequeathed
by Grand-daddy Satan, his pompous self,
to the anti-orthodox self-righteous elf
Me: his one and only baastard son: 
Damned before my life had even begun.