My morality demands a reaction   My reality requires retaliation   Did you think you could trade a boy for a boy   And be forgiven, purer than a vacuum?      You don't elicit that in me. See, you were a great fuck   But a bad conversation, get me? It makes me   Laugh to think of the clever lines I wasted   Casting my rod deep into your pool of dipshittery, but you can't say I   didn't try      Wasted time trying to hook a thought in you that wasn't stagnant   Or at least one not covered in mildew stains and drowned fish   Barnacle piss aroma stagnant mould chamber soothsayer   Postprophetic of frogspawn dawn, when it grew too strong   I couldn't reach you with a vice, drill and manual on trepanation   Come on, stagnant pond, did you really think I'd fallen      For YOUR bait? Your   Core fans the hate, more   More bands to date, oh yeah,   And who's your mate?   I'd fuck her right here on the dirty studio floor   Without protection, unless you count closing the door      So, Queen, who's your absent Ace of Spades now? Oh cool,   I'm glad you're no longer a two out of ten. Oh yeah,   Quit starting shit with my friends. It's boring,   And I don't want to have to tell your Jack that I broke his back with my dogmatism, it's a flash print   See, I like him. If I didn't I'd take a deep breath in and blow the whole house of cards to cinders: something self-nullifying but strangely satisfying; these primitive urgings were made for pacifying and that's just what I'll let them do      And, this is what it is to be truly on the cutting edge for you; sliced up   I'm a bleeding-edge razorburn ice-pick danger fix kinda guy, but of course   You remember that from the outdoor ports we drank dry together      Less talk more sport      So how do I tell you that my position is unchanged?   And will remain unchanged?   How do I tell you that any words you speak to me will dash you further   Against the steelcored granite column of my seldom-seen ethical centre?      I think I'll just put on my happy face   And laugh right in yours