Mad Cow has a bone-spur lip
Every tongue is a slip
The wars that he fights
Have come home to bite
The antics, the tumble, the flip.
Mad Cow imagines with ease
Himself on a flying trapeze
I’m like a god
He says with a nod
Keeper of the kingdom keys.
Mad Cow’s on a diet of Q
An anonymous sea of dew
Castro killed Kennedy
A Pizza-gate remedy
Welcome to this poisonous stew.
Mad Cow talks bangers and beans
He’s thinking of a TV screen
You’re hired, you’re fired
Damn, I’m wired
Into himself he leans.
Mad Cow is an Oedipal thing
Daddy was money, the king
Who spoon-fed his son
Bled the bastards for fun
Where to put the nostril ring?