To kill a Malcom bird

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
On top of all smokey all covered in blood.
I found a tattoo of a rose on his tongue.
His breath smelled like spearmint.
He said great lions that tread.
And gas made of dead.
LIARS IN MATZOS.
And fearless men died organized
with the company of Sir Hyde.
Scattered like wars in the sky.
Come into this house that burns on the hill.
Captain Salem will say what he will.
Lovers of death soon to prophecy.
Of evil that tread this society