Anonymous 2008/07/27 (Sun) 21:23 No. 6932 Repostin
With your man-eating mouth in the extermination times,
And your antenna like horns and your scent like thyme,
And your black cloak, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who do they think could bury you?
With your carapace well protected at last,
And your firefly illusions which tempt like swamp gas,
And your skin like silk, and your tear-mottled face,
Who could they get to carry you?
Sad-eyed Wriggle of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed miko says that no man comes,
My silvered knives, my Outsider's gun,
Should I put them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed Wriggle, should I wait?
With your teeth like metal and your thorax like lace,
And your lepidoptery collection missing the California dogface,
And your tomboy's clothes and your grass-like taste.
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your forest home, living by your whims
Into your eyes where the lightning bug glims,
And your match-book size friends and your gypsy moth hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed Wriggle of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed miko says that no man comes,
My silvered knives, my Outsider's gun,
Should I put them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed Wriggle, should I wait?
The leagues of humans on your dinner guest list
Are waiting in binds to be made into your bisque,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your starched white shirt, now stained with blood,
And your animal manners like your namesake, the bug,
And your venomed mouth and your pincer-like hug,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed Wriggle of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed miko says that no man comes,
My silvered knives, my Outsider's gun,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed Wriggle, should I wait?
Oh, the hunters and the youkai, they all did decide
To show you the spell cards that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd rather steal cattle from a farm,
But with the cold at your feet, unloved by anyone,
And with the corpse of a villager, cocooned in your yarn,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed Wriggle of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed miko says that no man comes,
My silvered knives, my Outsider's gun,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed Wriggle, should I wait?
With your danmaku memory of the Master Spark blow
And that one who tried to eat you, the ghost princess Yuyuko,
And your tears when harmed, that you can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand near the nemesis, not in control,
With his blade unsheathed, reflecting your throat,
And your red-painted face and your childlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?
Sad-eyed Wriggle of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed miko says that no man comes,
My silvered knives, my Outsider's gun,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed Wriggle, should I wait?
