BOP!

(heard howlt thru the wall, not sure from where though)

GODDAMMIT MOTHERFUCKING SHIT I'M GONNA DIE IN HERE.

Not one fucking sweet lil' card from anybody
that's called me "DADDY"
all these filthy fucking years?!?

CAN YA EVER TRUST ANYBODY WITH A MOHAWK?

(sound issues forth: a brusque inept knocking about of cheap trophies from cheaper wooden shelves, unto the sudden stab of contact with an orgy of broken glass, 
like the proverbial Christ's kicks at the twinkling shit of awful capitalists; tossing them out like barrels from his Donkey Kong temple. That is, until a boom struck THONK upon our holy walls when the lord's voice shot out to say.)

THESE PURELY ORNAMENTAL, 
DECADENT
WHIPS AND THINGS
AIN'T JUST FOR SHOW.

(transcribed by Dordery Marks)