A fork is a cold shiny tool
to pierce, tear and ingest.
Whoever has the fork in hand
controls the meal of its choice.
We’re told the first few punctures,
they’re for our own good.
Better carved up in pieces
than blown up in the oven.
Agh! Agh! Agh!
Forkboy,
flies by night on stolen fuel
to Santa Rosa, CA
opens a fake employment office.
“Want a job? Go get me drugs”.
People desperate for work
return to quite a surprise.
Busted for intent to sell.
Cops pay him a bounty,
forkboy skips town.
Agh! Agh! Agh!
We came,
we peed,
we conquered,
you bleed.
The choice:
Fork boy
or finger food.
Ugly joy,
what does it replace?
Why wait
when you can eat yourself alive today.
Junk bondage takeover glutton,
ready to bore in.
Unfold his rotary blades inside,
pull the guts out and resell them.
Buys out his next target
with the last one’s pension funds.
Thousands more thrown out of work,
so Leona won’t have to settle for a mint.
Forkboy,
picked by the FBI,
to be the black pied piper
after Dr. King died.
Watches soap operas on TV
while 6 billion’s disappears from HUD.
Who are you working for,
what did you hope to gain,
why do you hate your past.
So much you destroy the ones you love.
Forkboy!
