Life Is Gay, Comrades

I want to squeeze the world until the puss spurts out.
I want to take a blade of steel and pop you bloated zits.
For mankind needs an enema, a scalding steamy enema,
To clean the shit of life out from within.

I want to carve my name onto your naked flesh,
So that you won't forget my name tomorrow.
I want to chain your neck unto a metal leash,
So that you'll never leave me to my sorrow.

I want to shovel the turds from the out-house of my life,
And dump them on Prof. O'Brien's head.
I want to take my grades and shove them up his ass,
I want to claim his soul for the armies of the dead.

George Chadderdon © 1991