Ode to Swissy by Derek Gambino

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Ode to Swissy
by Derek D. Gambino

You’ve been busy,
Busy, my Swissy
Oh my, yes you have.

Busy ‘bout the dirty,
Too busy for a bath.
You’ll take one in whiskey,
Or one in blood, perhaps -
Rub-a-dub
Rub-a-dub
Rub-a-dub in the tub.

Always burdening with sins,
The shoulders of hands that work them,
But never upon the heads of their breeders,
For “they” haven’t a heart to care.

“to care or not to care,”
Pondered Shake-a-Swissy;
So fair a cunning collective of witty witches,
Channeling their way
Through the church,
Through the cherubs,
To the diamonds,
To the sky,
To the Luci-so-phair.

My, you’ve been busy,
Busy, my Swissy
Oh yes, oh yes,
You have.

The concept of three,
The concept of four;
If only my brothers
Could see the concept of whore,
Then they’d see you,
You naughty Swissy missy,
Babylonian bitch behind the three,
And the whore’s beast of burden,
The devil’s boar behind the four.

“Classy” and “Sassy”
Dressed in Scarlet red,
She’ll court you, and groom you, fuck you in her bed,
Lie you in the wet spots of the other has-beens,
Who, through metal swords, tried being men,
To only, through truth, wind up losing their heads.
And now, like you, my Swissy,
They are the dead.

You are, you know, my Swissy, that which you eat,
And, my, you’ve been busy,
Busy my Swissy,
Busy ‘bout the feast.
Eating up the devil’s will,
But now it’s time to pay the bill,
There’s no currency in lies,
Like no honor in spies,
Only righteousness in honest witness,
A task for which you have no fitness,
You are a mute, silenced by your ignorance,
Deafened by your greed, ears hardened like your heart,
Your lungs deflated by lust,
But you must,
You must,
You must – pay the piper.

I see you knights Templar,
You Pharaonic guard,
You slither and slather
The dribble and drabble
That drools from spooling mouths
Of greed filled hearts;
You witty wicked web weaving witches,
A Python, true and true,
I see you under the fig tree, Nathaniel,
There’s no duplicity in you,
I see you, Swissy,
Swissy bunch of missies,
Bunch of sissy, prissy fagots,
Chuckling bunch of coffin cucks,
Skull and bones,
Covered in dirt and maggots.

Yes, you’ve been busy,
Busy, my Swissy,
Your storeroom is almost full
And when you cover it over
You shall lose it from under
And your burning eternal
Will be fired by fuel
That shall come from your wicked plunder.

Fill it up, my Swissy,
You’ve run your course and had your short stint,
Time for you to go to hell,
And, with you, take with your pimp.