Does Anybody Know a Cheapish Hitman?
Does anybody know a cheapish hitman?
My mind has been invaded by vile slugs,
by members of an oozing, squelching, shit clan
who threaten like a pack of Mafia thugs.
Civil, reasoned argument just glugs
straight through their hollow heads, it’s an assault
on all their years of hard-perfected shrugs
of denial that anything could be their fault.
This mind-invasion bangs now to a halt.
It’s time to shoot injustice in the head.
The slugs must be evicted. Pass the salt.
No-one’s listened to a word I’ve said.
I’m crammed with blazing hate. I’ve had enough.
And all I ever wanted was to love.
From “Disoccidented” by Alfie Shoyger: