I called the doctor
By myself
Laying in
A cesspool of filth
Shit and puss
Muck and mire
Serenade
Me to the fire
Throw me in
Watch your shoes
Drink the soup
That drips from the tooth
Doctor, Doctor
Get your fill
Before the maggots
Juice up the feel
Serenade
Serenade me
Little monster
Pointing north
Placing the babies
Onto the hearth
When children die
They go to hell
Their eyes are plucked
And stored on the shelf
It's fucking snack time
My goose is cooked
A cup apiece
Filled to the brim with the juice
Doctor, Doctor
Medium-rare
Now carve me up
And discard the hair
Serenade
Serenade me
-Lucas Frazier
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