Caustic Acrostic

Lights out for the

Cynical sharps

For their wide-eyed foils

And all attendant props

Supporters of flash and

Pan-fried fucks who

Grease like cops throwing

Round their body weight and



I feel dangerous and vexed

Swinging two ton second guess

And every motion just cuts

Too cruel too cruel

And the implication is that

You're implicated

Like a caustic acrostic

Spelling out your name



Lights out cos I can

See in the dark

Sidewind my way to the mark of

Fuse lines gas-wet for a spark

I crash I burn

I've fully lost it anyway

And you're nowhere

Lights out loser