Spiritually avoidant Could have been my Barbie (Another toy spent) Doesn’t want alchemy Or the alchemist Or my unholy baptism anointed In my unholy fire Just like her name it’s pure vanity And I’ve got tales from the crypt To her I’m just another undescript To me she’s another cultivation Built by culture Life built by the vultures Circling the drain When I speak in code Pure alchemy transformation purification She’s spiritually vacant Permanent vacation Always vacating or vacating Me and my metaphoric algorithms She’s my metaphoric cataclysm Iconoclastic blasphemous Plays the pacifist When loves only transaction Only loyal to her Own satisfactions Still she captivates me Always on the run When there’s no chance Of escaping me I play the odds She plays the table I am the myth she is the fable I don’t gamble I know all the angles And she’s no angel Always breaking my back When I could be breaking hers Another not so willing whore Who can’t even call me I’m the cerebral She’s just the palsy And can’t read the stars When you’re out of alignment And can’t read my cards they’re close to my chest And you only miss me When you’re under arrest But still won’t let me cuff you Just captivated Like your development Just another irrelevant Denying the irreverent No reverence just complacency In her black heart no vacancy for me When she should be down on both knees At the altar she always slips I never falter But who could fault her Treated like a Goddess When I blow up her ego Like I’m a jihadist In this unholy war Who needs seventy two virgins Over one solid whore
