(Apologies To) Miroslav Klose

Tough guys like I don’t need a tourniquet
to tap testosterone,
given my nice features are crucified
upon an oily T-zone.
Wesley Pipes can like himself
for his legendary stick of liquorice.
And a topflight German striker
admire his own Aryan fitness,

like Mirrorslave Closer.
Mirrorslave, poser!
Mirrorslave…

Belle O Belle you’ve left your Beast 
in Hell, in Hell! You’ve left your Beast 
in Hell! O  cruel Belle to leave a beast 
to take a real good look at himself.

Belle O Belle you’ve left your beast
for a Mirrorslave…

Below the looking glass I’m laid low
by self-loathing unless I’m slizzered, 
then I love to hate my own visage 
like a minging Narcissus.
Even  Jesus had sexy abs 
nailed to the cross in that mag
mailed by the Jehovah‘s Witness.
Western Jesus’s Aryan fitness

like Mirrorslave Closer.
Miirrorslave, poser!
Mirrorslave…

Belle O Belle you’ve left your Beast 
in Hell, in Hell! You’ve 
left your Beast  in Hell! O cruel Belle to 
leave your beast to take a long hard look at himself.

O Esmerel-
da, since you dumped your Quasi,
he’s been hunched over 
Domestos doppelganger
one flush should shatter,
in holy bleach 
of the Cathedral karzi.