From January one
From January one,
When you first threw me a corn
I knew you’re preparing a mortuary
For me, in your belly
What hope will be mine
In the grave of your intestine?
Now, I must go,
Since you wish me so
Remember, every sinner is also an hen!
In the kitchen of hell
Repent your ways I tell
Before you meet yourself too in hell
Happy new year
First published on Facebook on 2013-12-25 at this link.