Is it normal if I wake up screaming
In ascension with my talons gleaming?
Is it healthy all this dreaming
As through the clouds I’m streaming?
Perhaps a breeze can be redeeming;
While the ozone’s gently steaming?
Oh, what’s this below that man is scheming
To affect the life that once was teeming?
Decency’s a word to me and you
But religion to the privileged few
Who rape and bend it to their view
Until the world is fucked anew
And hands and hearts are led askew
Waiting for their queue
Within a simmering shit stew.
What scatological fun, eh?