Chocolate Teapot

Melting as I pour in the boiling water, fucking useless init
The chocolate tea pot, one of mankind’s greatest achievements
And one of music’s greatest living exponents,
Fuelled on a gonzoesque cocktail of narcotics and religion.

The repetitive beats, the repetetive beats, the reppettetive beeets,
From the seat behind me, in no rush as it melts onto the floor
Never shifting from the tracks of monotony
Into the realm of imagination.
Unconsciousness hugs me into its pitch black embrace

Wake up it’s over. Am I dead? Have I survived?
Another 4 minutes of tedium passes,
More time I can’t claim back, like tax.
Leaving the space to the sweet smell of melted chocolate,
Particals caressing my fury tongue.

Pub? Yes pub is good.

©08/10/2009 Alex Kyriacou