The Dairy Patient

I knew a guy, he was 6ft tall
He called himself ‘the messiah’
He was scared of chicken & geese
He liked the taste of fire
He kept his brain in a breadbin
I’ll toast his loaf if he comes too close
Just stick me back where I came from
I’ll do my best to deny all tracks

I touched his face with a cow prod
His head was made of cheese and milk
He lived his life in a kitchen
Money for butter as smooth as silk
He sold himself as a dairy product
Pimping his udders on the street for cash
His eggs were tainted with bad love
He wished for more but screamed for less
His destiny lies in the hand of an evil oven glove
A life in bits in the yoghurt of distress