Another day and up goes Another indoor ski ***** Another indoor hunting range And another underwater golf club All built on the backs of Blistered Men In the blistering sun Who hydrate on warm water by day And wash in ***** water by night As towers cut holes in the sky Through which the heavens rain down Their radioactive rays.
At dusk, the Imam **** Who wears on all ten fingers Rings bearing ten different precious stones Waves his winking hand At the ******* Cop Who smiles back showing his teeth Cunningly freckled with golden flakes While a voice from the nearest mosque hangs over them And says something About morality.
In the middle of the desert In the highest room Of the tallest hotel Sits The Perfumed Prince Enjoying his favourite meal - Lobster with pieces of fillet steak Clutched in the pincers And both eyes gouged out And the sockets fitted with white truffles. The waiter holds his breath before returning with the bill And the Prince tips one of The Blistered Men With a rare shellfish Which he does not know how to eat Without getting poisoned. After his meal, The Perfumed Prince Relieves himself in a solid gold toilet Which makes his ***** look like fresh water Whilst his pet falcon innocently crunches the carcass of a baby rat In the other room.
On New Year's Eve As the baking sun had set And sweated out into a stinking humid haze The sixty-three storey Downtown hotel caught ablaze Because - reports say - The owner tried to squeeze into it A sixth star. The Imam **** of Many Rings Suggested postponing the scheduled firework display next door And charging people to watch the fire. The Gold-Flaked ******* Cop Argued this was impractical And insisted the show go on As it would omit the sound of people screaming Something about priorities.
The fire was contained And the firework show a success. The Perfumed Prince flew in the next day And resolved that the burning hotel was structurally flawed And should have been Bigger. "If we're going to have an inferno," He said, "It had better be the best inferno this world has ever seen." And so he set The Blistered Men to work On wobbly scaffolding In the blistering sun.
The women have been blocked out of this story Much like they are in the streets
But in other news Somebody, somewhere Has just resolved To eat less red meat.