August 22

"You're going straight to Hell"
that's what they tell me
those who are helping
ensure the babies melting
Jake's got the cam
trying not to laugh
like an outright maniac
in a room of laughing gas
Eric and I are wearing rags
like a Gihad from Iraq
as he passionately stabs
the baby doll in the back
corn syrup and red dye
fly all over my white nikes
but it can't mask the delight
of killing something not alive
I clean up a lil'
and then we just chill
pass Jake a bill
to get some Coors and Mill's
then we discuss
the finishing touches
cuz if hell is my judgement
might as well have fun then