That’s right you pussy son of a bitch,
don’t fuck around with any faggot P.C.
pidgin, doesn’t the motherfucking shock
at least resemble truth somewhere along
the line? Maybe the truth is we were
damned to original sin the first time some
cunt cocksucker ever said nigger. No, don’t
blame it on the language, we’ve been
vivisected for millennia of kikes and dykes,
since slope was just an obstacle and
chink was still a weak point, and they
persist as such in a way, but don’t, don’t you
motherfucker act like cutting all this
bullshit out of the jargon is enough, you
avant-garde mewling asshole. Take a sharper
tool, go for the whoreson’s throat, my mind,
your mind, and dig it out until your vision
catches just one raw and bloody color, red
rainbow, but you better be ready, ready
for pain like this, motherfucker, ready to feel
it sting and bite as initials and symbols and
bleeps and substitutions, ready to learn
just how original your sin really is, ready to
repent, to pull it from your heart, glistening.