A tear fell down my cheek
And I ate it
It tasted like saurkraut
And I hate it
The lips touched mine, and I quivered
It reminded me of ice cream
Love, I said, is a pyramid
And then I screamed
You gently put your hand over my mouth
I kicked you in the nuts
It was satisfying
Even more satisfying than the time I opened that can of baby back ribs
         and laid them out on the bathroom floor in the general shape of Shri
         Krsna, the divine personality of the Hindu godhead
Another crimson drop of blood fell down your face
When tomorrow comes, we will dance
Like electric penguins dying of black lung disease
Your armpits reek of erosion
Oh, how I miss the day when deodorant still lingered
Let's go far away from here
Where, in an alley, I can mug you and max out your credit cards
Because there are some things money can't buy
For everthing else, there's Mastercard