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Solvlad wrote and Morpheal Interpolated:
> we have him by the ligaments now
hanging as would a marionnette,
> he can't escape I tell you...
she has wired his testes to ten thousand volts
> thinking aloud
while applying tourniquettes to his more liberal ideas:
> it's all over now mister
the recruiters had been entirely correct as to his blood lines,
> the prostitutes with their dirty accordeons
pay him for liberties to do to him what they cannot do to others,
> the foggy interchangeable pieces of morality
strapped on, and taken off, variously
> (gone bad)
the novelty of a parasitic worm eating its way in,
> now, you're like us...
and everyone will pretend not to notice, politely enough
> erase his mental pockets
so he has nowhere to slide anything in
> off with his eyelashes
and any other recognizable distinguishing mark,
> I'll teach you to serve freudian meatloaf to innocent puppies
when you knew they were all virgins,
> oh you think I'm kidding ?
knowing that no one is really taken seriously anymore,
> wait 'till your animated friends see you like this
knowing you were indited by a grand jury for peddling party favours,
> they'll turn you into collectivized foot powder
playing at being hob nailed geishas following strong urges to dance,
> you'll have no one to regurgitate your space age syndicalism on
(pointing at the winged, disembodied breasts, hovering outside)
> you'll be like him..
(muffled, smothering sounds are heard, outside the window)
> or worse..
suffering from continued continental drift,
> like me...
never finding enough crutches,
> ladies and gentlemen
don't look so stiff and cold,
> it is my great hounour to present to you tonight's guest,
your undertaker,
> the guy we couldn't find !
before he was properly resurected,
> accompanied by the lovely defunct grandmother of teddy roosevelt
who was found wandering aimlessly on San Juan hill,
> let's give 'em a big hand folks
you get to take it home in a pickle jar,
> cut
bandage up,
> paste
lengthening various organs,
> cut
fore-shortening
> I'm done.
I leave the room as Quasimodo.
> You can go now.
You leave the room as Betty Boop.
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