Asshat Madness

A poem inspired by Hieronymus Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights

The more I protest

At your swallowing me whole

- My hands, my head,

pressed in vain against your gag reflex -

I feel the push of swallows’ beaks

fleeing out through my ass cheeks.

Your asshat cauldron

A jaunty jest

at the soup of my life

Which you gobble down so easily from your golden chairs

Turn your feet to pots of gold

and kick us in the head

Let us strive for them on bleeding knees.

Greedy knees you say

while gorging on my brain

Play me another tune

The notes I wrote across your buttocks will do.