Expletiara

Gorilla tranquilizers, I am accursed
Sweet coup d'etat, show me your purse ma'am
Far too small, fuckin' assembly line
Got bent on your mother's transmission fluid and lime
Now slow yourself down, corrupted mothership
Bank noted suicide, forget your chill pills:
this time it's real.

Lost perfectionism is that art unsaid
Gone blue and black, all pulled and stacked
Yesterday I lost the ability to spell my own name

Grievous child, your machinations are full-breasted.