Got a sweet young thing...some chicken i did find that's me wibbling with my kentucky fried state of mind got me some poems got me some time got me some electric tongs but i aint got a dime got me some white dog shit where did it all go? alien spacecraft fuel those platinum fins are just for show got me some poems got me a friend Jimmy Zodiac's got a tasty bell end cover it in batter cover me in juice got me a kentucky fried singing bull moose got me some asphalt got me some words most of them are rubbish most of them are turds but look at this angry chicken that i did find fucking hell dude..kentucky fried state of mind drugs, sex, sausage rolls beer, lager, disco's and poles lads, lasses, kylie, Rob zodiac sitting on horus8's knob swoon, swivel, twist, shake cook, batter, roast and bake look at this pretentious fucking twat i did find talk about a kentucky fried state of mind wibble wibble honk, honk got me some chicken, got me some plonk honk, honk wibble, wibble must not argue...must not quibble Tom Waits is great Horus is not zodiac is not even in the race joined the white dog shit up in space the aliens are happy with the shit they did find Me? i'm watching out for that kentucky fried state of mind solipsistic sistic slop sloppy seconds in the borrowed poems shop spastic sister's shirty strop Jesus these poems are not much cop i've got a hood for my eyes and eyes in my hood i've got my cock in my hand and a bottle of bud i don't like these cheeky young pups that come on this site so i send them away with my artistic might i'm lonely and twisted and bitter and unkind i'm a battered kentucky fried state of mind my name is horus...zodiac is my mate we love each other, we think we are great in mutual appreciation we formed our own club but nobody else can join cos it's exclusive see oh dear that last bit didn't rhyme but then that's okay because good poetry doesn't opt for easy rhyming sequences like those you will find... in Kentucky Fried State Of Mind