Europe you’re old, weary and castrated
Your illness, Europe, is the intellectual.
Where have your berserkers and your Astraeas migrated
Once so quick to puncture the spleen of these cockroaches in dual?
When will we see again those happier days,
These exciting games?
Of students launched from catapults
In ponds of piss, amphibians
And excrements?
May they study sex with crawling animals…
At the Coliseum the irksome mouth breathers
The phrase-touts from the ultra-left
Let’s cut their dirty ugly boorish heads
And carve for ourselves masks
With their dead faces.
Ribbit!
Chirps the ugly AIDS toad which suckles from your body
For me
He wants to do bad things to you,
Stuff oh so gory
So get back to your mother on time,
Go read
Before I shove an inverted
Cross up your shitter
We challenge the spirits…
Big boss Satan in this life may we just
Dominate
Drink
Shit
Kill
O Domine!
Spitting our
Spunk
In
Their
Slick-backed
Hair.
Impale
The
Ugly
On their
Ukuleles.
Pounding the snatches
Of their
Wenches
Making them
Ululate.
Singing some
Noire
Peste
While
Urinating.
‘What are those
Black
Beasts?’
Our prisoners
Shout.
Awooooo! Awooooo! Awooooo!
Awooooo! It’s feast day
Awooooo! While you pray
Awooooo! We break your ribs
With a nunchaku.
Awooooo! We’re gross soldiers
Awooooo! And as for the traitors
Awooooo! We cut their heads
To shit down their necks.
Reibel machine gun, Merce-Benz,
Make room for your new lords!
Even if they’re awful, we’ll fuck your virgins
Their heads stuck in toilet macerators.
Your villa and your joy go up in smoke
As soon as we put a foot down your block
We stink so much that even Febreze
Can’t clear out our pheromones.