Anger, as black as a hook, overtakes me. Each day, each **** took, at 8:00 A.M., a baby and sauteed him for breakfast in his frying pan.
And death looks on with a casual eye and picks at the dirt under his fingernail.
Man is evil, I say aloud. Man is a flower that should be burnt, I say aloud. Man is a bird full of mud, I say aloud.
And death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his ****.
Man with his small pink toes, with his miraculous fingers is not a temple but an outhouse, I say aloud. Let man never again raise his teacup. Let man never again write a book. Let man never again put on his shoe. Let man never again raise his eyes, on a soft July night. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. I say those things aloud.