I told the doctor I don’t want
Just a little Nazi torture
I want all of it.
The needles
The electricity
The drugs
I want Demerol and she can stand on my nuts
In Stelletos until I believe that I’m a six year old girl.
She can do the whole Nazi dominatrix bit, if she’s into it.
I told her I want all the Uncle Sam propaganda.
I want the whole strawberry cake and all that red, white, and blue frosting.
The entire Canadian Parliament can stand up and applaud me
as I plow the Nazi propaganda cake stuffing handfuls in my mouth
and wash it down with pasteurized milk having none of the health benefits of raw milk.
And I want lots of rat poison Vitamin D added to my milk and to be reminded
about how good milk is for me when I watch TV and that I can drink a lot of it.
And when I watch the real world on TV
I want the acting to be first class.
I want the actors to be better than
Trey Goudy and Lindsay Graham.
I don’t want to watch fuckers like Pierre Kory. What a terrible actor.
I thought the actor’s guild was supposed to police itself for quality.
Where did Thomas Crooks come from?
Cut the ugly out of the actors guild or I might stop watching.
(Some people will never stop watching the show said Charlie Sheen).
Then the automated voice on the answering service asked me if
I wanted to try recording my message again and reminded me
to schedule my ritual sodomy exam and to wear my brown shirt.
