Verbage

(S. McCorkindale)

Maybe baby, I'll have you
And your whole family, too
Something wet on hook and rack
In my toolshed right out back
My shed will blow your mind into a broken shape much less defined
Scarred and torn into a shape much like the monsters that I make

Zombie toolshed, No one could take your place
Zombie toolshed, You're not my strangest case

Cut you up and play inside
Bring you back and watch you writhe
Suck me off and beg for brains
They both wash out, blood and cum stains

Zombie toolshed, No one could take your place
Zombie toolshed, You're not my strangest case
Zombie toolshed, Jars full of my mistakes
Zombie toolshed, Arms sewn to a child's face