Picture of Health

anise, horehound, licorice, sassafras,

it’s all over for the folks who can’t

handle the tang and the spice of

such hard candies because you hold

the heart of darkness in the palms

of your hands…

 

are you the undercover cop

that’s always irritable when

something stands for nothing,

so you go after Tweeder and

the Monkey Man when the mood

strikes, when the time absolutely

feels right…

 

and those three angels aren’t

angels at all, so even the demons

scream oh my god and it feels

like even the deity is losing control…

 

cut to some girl named Judy

unleashing holy hell on Hollywood

with the hounds of hell reeking

of the above-mentioned spices,

she won’t wait again if her contract

reeks of bohica extract…

 

and where does it go from here?

 

the cemetery most likely

 

what the f**k of kind of picture

is this artist painting?

 

the picture of health apparently