Rinse Cycle to Hell

home appliances gone bad.


rumble, rumble
thump, thump, thump
the machine has slipped it's valve-spring pump
it whirrs and spins, going out of control
centrifugally forces it's way back to hell
shooting out bolts
popping off panels
flanges fly off to seek the heat
of the blood of the innocent
and the souls of the meek
shaking the shit out of the joint with vengeance
warping time and space to suit it's dark plans
bringing fire and death with unholy abandon
either this or clean my pants by hand
a dark cloud twists above
red, raining brimstone spun by it's malevolent drum
oh, I can remember when it was just a loud hum
detergerine demons rise up and sing
cacophanous music unmatched by the most nightmarish dream
and rain red hot sprockets down on the scene
the dial has been turned
the LED display is cast
in a viscious red grin
that glares into your soul
and you cannot hide
and you cannot run
oh good, my whites are done.