my groceries spill on the floor, just
let me fumble around for my keys.
And please, make sure I know you
disapprove my unkempt dress. Dignity
requires you to express contempt for
those below, so hurry along, don't say
hello, and remember that you too shall
putrify. There's no other answer, save
prayer, the sanctification of mere unholy
desire. Crucify me and I'll pray you get
cancer, or failing that, I'll set you on fire.
