In the cold blooded church of PIMPDOM
There are always souls to be BROCKEN
Count Suckle sits on a red fake fur shag
Verrucaed feet in
burnt socks
Getting juiced on girlie flicks
and two teaspoons of cocaine
He’s looking for the bright side
Away from banks and corporate brands
Away from the bankrupt moon
and mortgaged stars
He digs his fingers in his ears
Every day every day when he wakes up
he spews out an acid green sunless cough
Saira Viola
Illustration Nick Victor
Count Suckle belongs in the pages of the Almanach de Corvo.
Comment by Cy Lester on 25 May, 2019 at 8:01 am