I am the ash in your filled up ashtray
I am the forgotten minced meat – far back in your refrigerator
I am the fat that’s stuck on your pizza plate
I am the hair that’s stuck in your sink
You, me and my arsenal of weapons
It seems you’ve accepted your fate
The stench of your urine in my face
You coward piece of shit, if you play with matches –
There can be a fire!