Sneering at a leering lady
as she stares and squirms
At Wanda with her saintly smile
and living wig of worms
I like to watch their faces fall
as we disgust and shame them
Seeking suckers is my game
- no longer lion taming.
Like a pink and pregnant pumpkin
perched upon her neck
Wanda Wadkins head was hurting
it was bitten by insects
I watched the awkward way she waddled
walking to the pail
She always used to wash her worms
and clean beneath her nails
I love the soul I see inside her
but I just can't love her
Folding fat that rolls around
like bowling balls in butter.
| 1 | Constantinople |
| 2 | Birthday Boy |
| 3 | Sinister Exaggerator |
| 4 | Pain And Pleasure |
| 5 | My Work Is So Behind |
| 6 | Honey Bear |
| 7 | I Hate Heaven |
| 8 | Mahogany Wood |
| 9 | Tourniquet Of Roses |
| 10 | Ghost Child |