Get Knotted

Get Knotted Swinging on my cortex chord Matters multiplying Grace of God. Howling hens all letting rip... Sweating hands losing grip. Face now full of crimson grit As teeth now grind perilous pit. As below the gossipers blend I'm going in, I can't pretend. In one big swoosh and almighty splash From my jungle presence gone in a flash. Now in the huddle of screaming fish... All so eager to bring me down as they wish. Now well bated and fully hooked This heads well nipped and overlooked. Reeling in and fully gutted Tearing.. slicing.. words not muted. Two faced creatures letting loose Just hurry up and bring the noose. The Bard o Biggar