Hey Codeine Breath

Fork over your tongue axe
you bring a special batch
of lethargy and loopiness
that stains the sheets
with marble dust. Damn it!
I'll half you into squares
& serve mint toast on monkey skulls.
The Moral: what's dirty
gets hammered,
then smashed,
then enraged, then mystified,
then tugged, then manipulated,
then flicked, then sleepy.