Righteous and correct, the clown wilts

Rumour has it I saw someone in costume

From a magazine advertising hard goods.

 

It’s left my heads in bolts and screwed up.

 

Unlock my imagination.

 

No you can’t have a pancake: it’s Saturday!

 

Run your fingers through the rubble

At the altar of vengeance

 

Rumour has it, God is forgotten and pancakes need Nutella.

We told rumours of Gods and rumours of Gods at war

Beware of the clown, he’s angry

Beware of sexy legs Rachel jumping over the moon

Right place at the wrong time

 

Nutella the new ambrosia of the gods

Is Achilles’ new war paint.

 

The rumour runs far to dance in your mind of gin

Whilst the author of vengeance reviewed eleven thousand virgins.