I Main Jigglypuff

A dope to the untrained eye
And I bet they’d like to think so
An emulation of a personality
Long lost to the sands of time

They gyrate with no greenlight
This weeks working girls during their downtime
One minute I’m playing ventriloquist
With the muscles surrounding the profile
And the next I’m molesting the jugular
Of a Friday night cheeky chappy

We all came here for a laugh mate!
But that’s too much to expect
From a night out in Essex isn’t it?
So I transition during a laugh
And a give them glimpse of their future
All in a stare

I need the red
I need to taste blood again
And for once not my own
I stalk round the back
Quietly biding my time
I know you can’t resist it man
If I sit and wait it’ll be a matter of time
You want your fill tonight
And you won’t take no for an answer
And the second you lay a finger on her
The chains can finally come off
And I can live again

It’s sweet you’d assume that of me
With a mug this cute?
I’d have the nibble of a kitty cat
But you know that ain’t true
A Cheshire gesture creeps on my face
As I dig my claws in your neck
A hyena sonnet fills the air
As I plant your mug into the bricks
Graffiti the news-agents in blood
A message an animals been let free tonight

But with the deed done I can switch
Back again to wide eyed and silly
If I had it my way this’d be my constant
But the heart of evil never sleeps
And keep it under the radar
But maybe I don’t mind it that way

Lnc0

Killer

Glasses smashed, hearts and ribs broken
The guts of good old Englishmen
Running up and down the walls
Arm and arm we stand
Like a leather’d skin octopi
Giving our local audience
A taste of our fangs, free of charge
In the throw violence, what a time to be alive

Killer wants to get her hands dirty
Killer’s sick of playing bystander
Killer’s sick of hearing another gaslight anthem
If the good people don’t know what’s good for ‘em
We’ll have to scream and scrap, fuck and fight!!
There’s blood in her teeth, where they shew her anger

Killer wants to know if I’m in or out?
Killer says take the one’s on the left
Killer says jump it before the boys in blue arrive
We’ve done gods work here tonight
Another e-sports champ who’ll think twice
Before he clips that beautiful skylarks wings

No boy’s strong enough
No girl’s violent enough
So fuck it lets just collide
Swinging a Morgan’s around like a mic
Sonically deliver the memo to my ears
“I wanna scream and scrap, fuck and fight”
With the winners bracket looking empty
I guess it’s back to yours for a civil war

Breaking Annual Tradition

Poka dot fastens, dolly shoes, white cozy warmers,
Outdated leather 2 for 15 leather belt, rapidly aging boat shoes,
Dime store bracelets and local band memorabilia,
A pile of evidence of the experiences and locals we’ve met in our lives
Reduced to a corusework final piece collage scattered on my floor
A rump and bump on the surface, a vial to survive inside

They look you up and down in disgust
They leave you to rot in the chambers
They cry when your not there at seconds notice
They groan when your insecure
They treat you like a whore
They rape you in the forest
Then they expect you to jump when they clap cos they’re bored
You hide behind a smile, why did you never tell me this before?

Don’t relent, don’t hold back
Paint me with every inch of your pain
Dig your nails into the cracks of my head
Smash your hips into my stomach
Crash your fist into my face
Paint disappear with my blood
Before pulling me up to chew into my throat
Discard me on to the carpet
Scream at me, demand some answers
Why? Why? Why are you treated this way?
What did you do? What have you done?

I come back to life and root my palms
Into the meadows of your hair
I place myself in between those gorgeous lips
And perform an improvised acapella
In a thin hope It could convey my devotion
Lets break the annual tradition
It looks like our little ceremony can’t wait
Lets pull up the bubble around us
Pretend there’s no world outside
Just our little council owned sanctuary
Not until you recalculate your value
Each step you take here puts me in the red
Each kiss you lay on my skin, is a villa sold
Each sway you perform on this frail body
That’s another European state in debt

Until that invoice is etched into your mind
We’ll drink as much Capri-Suns
And watch as many pastel overflows
Listen to as many Bubblegum drop hits
As your heart desires
You can stay nestled in my chest
And absorb the beats of my heart
For as long as you need

A follow up to ‘Lets Make This Annual’

– Lnc0

Never Before Have I Been So Relevent (W.I.P)

They set up land-mines and trip wires in the bar
Wetting their lips as they never avert their gaze from the door
All in hopes I’ll set off a C4 and set the place on fire
As my bloody corpse drops to their feet, so they can bring me up again
They’re like fish nibbling the flakes of my skin
In the Mediterranean all to just to be relevant in my legacy

Weather I’ve traced my hands through their very concious
Or I’ve just brushed past them in the college corridors
They’ll crush their spines to bend over backwards
Just to bring me up in conversation once again
The females love to recount old fables
Fictitious tales of the tyrant that barged in their lives
The males quake in their boots, hold their misses tighter
Spewing what if’s of my skull breaking on the curb

Bitches can’t get enough of the Switzer-man
Bitches can’t get enough of the Switzer-man

My vacancy means so little to their theories
I’m rocking it at another party with the unknowns
I could care less if you see me as a ballistic missile
It’s not like you’d ever break your monotonous weekend routines
To ever come and find me

Bitches can’t stop talking about the Switzer-man
Bitches can’t stop talking about the Switzer-man
Bitches can’t stop talking about the Switzer-man
Bitches can’t stop talking about the Switzer-man

I’ve never set foot in this dive, for half a year
And yet my name still echoes through the mugs themselves
No matter how many mousetraps they try to set up
And distribute them with Chinese whispers throughout my friends
I’d never set foot in this dive, not for another half a year
I got better things to do, then to satisfy your obsessive curiosity
I have no place here with the mildew of the town

I wish I’d never step foot in the sun
Just stayed at home where the mention of my name
Actually means a damn

Editors note: When preforming this live, I fully intend to replace ‘Bitches’ with naming and shaming the Boys and Girls who don’t stop yaking about yours truly

Today, I Hit a Man

Near the eve of sunlight the haze of jager starts to fades
Only to find an ally locked horns with an unknown assailant
He gives a slap on the wrist, aimed perfectly to the face
As if I was programmed for this all I saw was red at the sight
I griped him by the throat and whispered in his ear where he was going
And then seconds later he was kissing the concrete

I know that, she’s looking down on me
That, she’s looking down on me
Ashamed
I can feel her, shaking her head at me
Yeah, She’s shaking her head at me
Ashamed

Taking the bouncers directions to heart I head down the street
They cheered for me as I slug away from the scene of the crime
They comfort me when I ask them to identify this empty feeling inside
Embarrassed, I knock back a few more drinks and fade back into the haze

I know that, she’s looking down on me
That, she’s looking down on me
Ashamed
I can feel her, shaking her head at me
Yeah, She’s shaking her head at me
Ashamed

She said to me, without a tint of irony
That I was the hero of the night
And he said to me, completely straight
That he was jealous of my haste
And the devil, in his most loathsome form
Told me that I have nothing to be sorry about
But there voices, can’t drown out
The sounds of her rolling around