CHIQUE GOTH
It was around the time of the Middle Ages,
no the real Middle Ages, Goth
we were pretty much scared of anything moving.
We’d piss and shit in the streets.
Damn the smell of it all was horrid.
There were lots of fortune-tellers
making two bits or a byte
as in your mouth bite.
Lots of people using stupid shit
like frog eyes and newt nuts
trying to cure people dying
from black plague, an AIDS 1.0, duh,
or leprosy, venereal disease, or starvation
from no money honey.
Ya’ understand that, don’t ya’?
Religious fruits called monks,
no, not all, Sate-loon child,
there were some good ones hear,
and Court priests walked around
all the time and everywhere,
just like today, really, it was creepy,
in black robes,
and they’d cut your head off
if ya’ didn’t give ’em
a head job or your wife or
something for gods sake.
We ate with our bare hands
and burped and farted at the table.
Now we were Goths.
These kids today,
all dressing up like it’s Halloween
all the time.
As we look back now,
those were the really good times.
Lots of death and rotting flesh
in the streets. Plenty of corruption
and murder and rape.
Now those were the days.
Yeah, the good old Middle Ages days, huh?
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