Kit-Kat Devil

(no idea where this came from, or what entirely it means --- my inner rapper just burst forth without my approval)

All wound up and no one to punch,

put the kit-kat on the slingshot and watch it go crunch.

Got the devil with his rebels riding shot-gun—

got an itchy trigger finger, wanna pop one.

Like the tension coiled up inside a snake pit,

watch you flash a double-face until I break it.

And the Devil’s name is Joker and he’s ape-shit.

Pow.

Roller-coaster ride without the safety bar,

you’ll go flying, that’s for sure, but you won’t get very far,

And the Devil, man he’s laughing ‘cuz his head’s ajar

he’s the Joker and he’s smoking riding shotgun in your car.

And you hide the true intent behind a grey word--

loose the red herring to disguise the mocking bird.

And the smoke is sweet and sick and it is acrid;

let the Devil pass it round until you blast it

til the phoenix burns right down into the ashes

and the mocking bird it mocks you as it crashes

and your aspirations fall apart in flashes.

Pretty Polly wants a cracker cuz she’s addicted to the salt

and you review all of your choices and you realize it’s your fault

and you stuff the red herring back down in her cage

but the blue bird escaped and the mocking bird’s crazed.

And the Devil, he smiles and you can’t meet his gaze

and the smoke chokes the bird and you wince and you pray

but the birds fall and die, now there’s no way to fly

and the Kit-Kat goes crunch in your face.