02 May 2017 – Song: Joyride to Doom
  (for my sister Peggy!)

Decades of debauchery
   done wore that poor boy out!
All them nights she’d dance and shake
   done kilt him dead – no doubt!

   Keep belly-dancin’ little sister,
   until you’ve dropped him dead.
   He’s just a lab rat for a chemist –
   that happy fool you wed!

A long, cool crucifixion
   of his cerebral stem.
She had that poor lad’s number:
   sacked lust that lurked in skin!

   Keep belly-dancin’ little sister,
   until you’ve dropped him dead.
   He’s just a lab rat for a chemist –
   that happy fool you wed!

‘Took to staring straight ahead,
   he couldn’t eat or sleep.
To watch his crotch consume his soul
   would make a stone heart weep!

   Keep belly-dancin’ little sister,
   until you’ve dropped him dead.
   He’s just a lab rat for a chemist –
   that happy fool you wed!

~

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