Fuck you, you bastard bitch of brains!

And the sun bled unto the sky,

And my whole world turned violently red,

Even the carpets growled deep like wolves,

As I squinted down at the sidewalk.

 

When I was young my father took,

With hands my hands to the shed,

Where whimpering sat the dying dog-I

Wept hard-seeing this he said,

Sometimes we must kill what we love,

And unloaded a round into its head.

 

I drank you like a tick drinks,

And I loved you like the morning,

This city is full of mutilated creatures,

And now you are one of them.

Look at the cars gorge tubbily by,

And in the forum of decorated idiots,

I am a nuisance, a dying thing,

A bug, worm, or leach or parasite,

Why not stomp me into the ground?