Blurzumite

He enjoys the mirror More than your aunty Janet pre Saturday night Smokes cigarettes he made from found forest litter And sings songs about his ancestors From a culture he doesn't belong to Where does he belong to? He's an upside down cross licker He uses words like betwixt and cometh Goes into battles only with his mental health His mother wants him In many ways but mainly to clean the spastically applied corpse paint from the downstairs bathroom sink She wears his Behemoth shirt to the local knitting club And questions her own morals