The Truth Is What's Terrifying (duh)

I'm being chased by a judge
in flowing obsidian robes
his gavel is a horse's skull
filled with lead on the end of a long
iron pole and he is so totally gaslighted

he's pounding smurfs back into the ground
as fast as they pop up
in preparations for what
he's going to do to me

he's out for blood
my blood
because I stole his biscuits

these oboes are too hoarse
I can hear naught but their chagrin

and now for some reason I have no legs