A Visit Upon the Faerie Queene
Keeping you at arm’s length
So I don’t punch your face
Punch through your teeth
Right through your head and tongue
My arm stretches on
No one is at arm’s length
So I punch through the world
Punch through the fabric of space-time
Gold dust bleeds out everywhere
Gets in my nostrils
I see faeries through the hole
I punch through the faeries
They bleed blue-green-orange liquid
Gets in my mouth
Tastes like Fruity Pebbles
I’ve punched a hole to Faerie
And their Queene is so pissed
Humans ain’t supposed to do that
Humans never mind their place