Ambulance chaser de Vendetta Red

In fiscal flight from the ravenous, cavernous, orfice asphyxiated form
washed in wolves blood sterile and pantomined parting in parts the trials of the worm
sew the lid closed cough and spit into your palm with charitable charm
slap the bad man's wrist, insist disarm
do the math the path is a narrow oneit led me down to a cold and shallow grave
on my tombstone i read the epitaph "here lies a man who lived and died a ;
till the vexing that his hex annexing animates his glorious distresses
serve the right foot raw so flawed undressed
semi conscious concentration, christmas cards, and suffocation
ambulances beckon bodies tires squealing sirens wailing