Oh Fudge

Yeah, stirring up the pot
Add a couple worms, herbs from the swamp
Conjure up a curse, turn a person to a frog
Courtesy the blob with the shirt full of snot
Plus mildew pretty much a ball of sticky
Stuff and soft tissue
Hemoglobin, cat hair, peanut butter, coffee
Born with a cough and a
Finger in the frosting i can't stop sweating
People at the store say
"I think that man's melting"
The fan's not helping
It's probably a job for Abraham Van Helsing
I woke up on fire and
Speaking a dead language backwards
Several octaves deeper than his average
The how is not important
It's the translation that matters
It says, "Beware the flesh in
Which archaic evils gathers", goddamn

I slosh when I move, mop not a broom
My body ate my shoes
Mold on his robe, moles on moles
I don't have any bones
Retreats from the sun, bleeds from his gums
I sleep in the tub
Fever and a cold, teeth in many rows
I'll eat a whole goat

Earlier this morning
Several hunters from the region
Put a BOLO on his spirit
Call the number if you see it
Container at the bungalow
Bubbling at the gumline
The bushy tailed and bug-eyed
Come in every color fungi
Oh fudge, my new form isn't in the folklore
The new norm wasn't in the brochure
There's no known cure
Nothing more to figure out
Just sit around and grow horns
Germs on germs on germs
Slide through, cry you a river of soft serve
My snail trail exhibit infinity wrong turns
I'm gelatin
Forever in line for the hors d'oeuvres
Coat full of crab toast, foam at the whistle
Future of a puddle with a phone in the middle
With no signal it's emotional

I slosh when I move, mop not a broom
My body ate my shoes
Mold on his robe, moles on moles
I don't have any bones
Retreats from the sun, bleeds from his gums
I sleep in the tub
Fever and a cold, teeth in many rows
I'll eat a whole goat