Daniel Hazelhoff : writer, poet, rapper

So I’ll kill this bloody devil,
And I’ll wipe him down with glue,
And I’ll tell you not to meddle,
I’ll wipe down all your blues,
And ill sit here at this concert hall and take my time with you,
And ill sit here with a melody,
And listen to the words they spew.
Out their mouths and with their tongues, their hatred,
Lemon fused,
With limes and dimes and lies and ties and drinks that are roughened through.
It’s a sailor’s chant,
The devils rant,
The pasts salted rues,
Lives demised, no apple pie, no light at the end for you.