Hey slick, are you waiting
for the left-arm pinprick,
the message, that it doesn’t have a heart
I venture to the edge. I slump
over to the ledge of evil,
because I want to see what hunts me.
I’m freezing, freezing, freezing plus;
frozen here, I want to see what confronts us.
I can’t move, morally up.
I’m not fond of evil;
I’m just all tied up.