Hey police

Better make something of childhood disasters

I thought of you, mister police
I don't believe in God, yet I know he sees me
Now grandma's dead and that crook took me doggy

I don't need no protection, only her salvation

Yesterday night I've seen evil
It called me to the blackened bathroom, starknaked, voluble

Flesh sinking into the bones, so dry it didn't stick
To the bath that's ceramic

Told me to enjoy the scenery as if it was a bloody tea party

She's got some nerves, if only you'd seen her hair, like wool
Her face, a frog, her skin, as twisted as her soul
Her voice, as lingering as a pasty taste

Howling she was, howling
A mad dog, shedevil's been howling

So my grandma is old and she's got a case of bird brain
Couldn't tell apart the wind from the rain

And you know them Landesmen, they don't do much for anyone
Unless you got the grands and crown

My grandma is so kind she wanted to help the poor dog
Damn well saw her crying out loud in the fog

She doesn't talk no more, for sure she hears lots
And i'll remember this s**t right til I rot

What a wholesome dog, if you ask me
Rolled at her feet, so patiently

The devil told me to come by its side
To take part in this ungodly ride

Told me to grab this disgustingly smooth hand
Watch her unravel, now standing and shrivelled

And howl at the night sky until your throat is dry
That nobody would know, just try

Look, she's calling for me, look she's crying for me

Shedevil laughing in her downward wrinkles
Felt like whitewash tight on my ankles

Here, look ! The beast in her shadow, crawling as she fell
I'm not the king of Aulnes, and you're hell
To me now

I excused myself and sure I was afraid to show my back
Ashamed cause I knew, cause I seen, cause I didn't say nothing,
You know

And I called grandma, I hear her moan
I've never felt so cold and grown
Like a premonition, a month later they gone
With the silverware
With the silverware

Author's Note

I don't speak English that well hence the disparity of registers which seems like a nice opportunity to have a somewhat unique rhythm, probably as slam poetry