Jim Morrison 

“Curses And Invocations”

Weird, bait-headed mongrels,
I keep expecting one of you to rise.
Large, buxom, obese queens,
Garden hogs and cunt veterans,
Quaint, cabbage saints,
Shit hoarders and individualists,
Drag-strip officials,
Tight lipped losers
And lustful fuck salesmen.
My militant dandies,
All strange order of monsters
Hot on the trail of the wood vine,
We welcome you to our procession.