Humpty-Hump

Humpty-Hump

 

 

The devil is a businessman, he buys and sells and barters

He sells us paint and dungarees and Stormy Daniels’ garters

He is an imitative man, forever making clones

forcing us to eat croissants and check our mobile phones.

He doffs his hat like a diplomat as he tiptoes through your mind

(politeness helps to skin the cat when you’re the colonizing kind)

The devil courses through our veins, the devil washes out our stains

the devil rocks, the devil rolls, the devil steals immortal souls

 

....in bits and pieces.

The devil tells outlandish tales

of beauty queens and alpha males

who seek to become the boss of us

who fly to Africa in private jets

to shoot the last rhinoceros

then fly back home to make the scene

appearing at the club with Charlie Sheen

where music plays to make your move

to groove, to grind and bump

the DJ snaps his earpiece on

and we’re doin’ the humpty-hump

beneath the spinning globe and glitter

in the mirror we make out a glimpse

of unicorns and flag lapels

of powdered w****s and pimps.

Never mind what's false or true

we’ve more important things to do

we shake our fist, we’re livid!

The devil says a mirror only has the form

we give it.

And somewhere else oh low beneath the earth

is Hell.  Where skies are blank and all is prison

the devil says there’s a place for us

and who's to say there isn't?