Merry Christmas 1819 mad George the 3rd,
Jabbering nonsense
for 58 hours
Thick foam
gathering on his lips like eggnog
Then from the King
a new noise was heard,
something like the
whining and howling of a dog.
No your highness,
that tree you are shaking hands with
is not the King of
Prussia.
“No?” said the
baffled king squinting, “Who is it then?”
The poetic steward started hinting, and said:
Your highness, put your hand down, let go of the tree,
For it is not a king, just a part of nature's beauty
But it was lost on
the King, who greeted a rose bush instead.
And he spoke to his
daughter, despite her being dead
And with paternal
pride and joy at something wonderful,
He told her all
about her own funeral.
He then buried a
steak in the grounds of the castle,
An ingenious plan
to feed the poor
Waiting for it to
grow into a beef tree;
He was surprised no
one else had thought of it before.
It took the mind of
a King to see things clearly.
When he took his
wazoo for a little tinkle
The stream of piss
came out purple
And one day Queen
Victoria’s father was spumed out,
Victoria had a
secret to send the world to ruin and rout
A weakness, from
the Cain bloodline
the little
inconvenience of poor genetics
And strangely
malevolent design
Bewitches the wit
of the foolish and vain
Presidents
pontiffs, and Furhers just don’t get it
Blind figures who
can’t see their next move
or who’s moving the
pieces,
dirty fingers
smeared with greasy faeces
With her issue
haemophilia ravaged the thrones of Europe
Prince Alfonso and
Gonzalo’s blood flow wouldn’t stop with a tissue
Tsar Nicholas II
married Alix, her granddaughter,
sickly son future
Tsar under the blood curse
Tsarina’s left-hand
path at the crossroads,
Led to Rasputin an
agent of Communist slaughter
Porphyria, lapses
into recessive haemophilia, waiting to rage,
The royal Vampire
Antichrist, is set to take the stage
The sun burns
blistering lesions, psychosis, talking to the dead …
The secret elite
bloodliners: totally out of their head
Blood in the bath
at the London hotel
It’s just Lady Gaga
having a laugh, do you believe in hell?
‘Bloody Mary’ the
witch sings her song,
Satanic panic nowt
to see here, now move along
Jackson liked
Pepsi, George Michael loved Cock
But Keisha’s blood
drinking is the new taste on the block
But supping with
the devil you don’t last long
Just dig up DMX and
ask him if I’m wrong
Have you heard the
story from history,
About that weird
woman from Hungary
Countess Elizabeth
Bathory
Hundreds of young
women disappeared from the neighbourhood.
But it’s no
mystery.
Heme levels
restored with the ingestion of fresh blood
Her blistered skin
and psychosis alleviated with the choice of the vampire generation.
Sausage fingers
loves uxoricide because he’s got that Vampire blood
He’s Dracula’s
great great grandson but I don’t think he’s much good
Now he’s our psycho
Vampire king, through the Kraut Mary of Teck
Zose Krecee Cherman
königlich, der blut ist sehr schlecht
Stress activated
adrenal imbalance the truth behind the lore,
But, Toto, I’ve a
feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore
Hoffer hypothesis:
stress provokes adrenalin release,
Prolonged and
sustained oxidises to adrenochrome.
Psychoactive
schizophrenia compound, the end of peace
And tapping your
ruby slippers won’t get you home
But those trapped
in the heart of the underworld,
Should know there’s
a way to get free
Niacin prevents the
oxidation of adrenalin
A stake in the
heart of the beef tree.
