On the radio
Like a late sixties breeze
Crawling King Snake slithers around words
The original first generation EMO
Shedding skin like life in a Paris bathtub
New born as a new age rock god
Again

“I am the Lizard King, I can do anything”

A bored proclamation
Born from spirits

Trapped ghosts
Amber line the bottles
From
Where he stole mystic wisdom
From the ages or so He claims

He disguised the theft of
Southern strange voodoo
Deep African slave rooted music
With obscenities
And drunkenness
And stolen Indian Shaman imagery

Long haired hippy Elvis
Conquistador of Rock
Dressed up like a paper doll Blues Man
Complex young lion of Oedipus
Playing at Alexander

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