Brut Fauce Ov Miynde

Call now!
Just pick up the phone and take a bite.
You know it's the right decision,
Jesus knows you've been patient enough.
Just bite right in.
Have a nibble, taste a tad, then savage it.
Unleash the serpant beast. Feast.
For all that is good and holy, Lady,
Just let me on that plane of existential painting.
Let the Moonflower's baby live in squalor and self-satisfaction,
If that is really the 'one thing in all the universe',
That would maker her as happy as a shiny purple rock.
By all means, Darling, I'm delighted for her.
Pass on the punishment, people,
Please proudly pack up your pineapples,
And piss-on off out of here.
The sooner we see the back of you,
The faster all our tables will grow.
My electric avenue has always been the brightest,
Strip in my lyrical settelement,
But as we cross over into new air,
My earthworms protest vividly against any move on,
My part to turn disestablishmentarianism into a disco.
Go down, eat out, speak your mind.