Bullshit ! your circumcised dick and pork embargo
And obscure limits in the Book, bullshit ! your moral
Values and bullshit, your euro value and
Bullshit, your cufflinks and your chain links,
Bullshit, your gas-station-soul and
Bullshit ! your fat wallet and your full vault.
Bullshit – your situation and your penetrating words
Bullshit – when you go to the lust palace
And open your lust-soul to the recluse messenger.
I know who you are, I piss on the empty desire,
I piss in the open skull of cheating ever filling
A danaids’ grave behind your eyes.
Image credit : Dangerous Minds
Frédéric Benqué 