He poked my finger
To make sure I still bled.
He watched it run to the ground
To make sure it was still red.

Stood before me in anger
To tell me I’ve sinned.
When he repeated all my crimes,
I grinned.

We floundered a bit with feelings
Then he realized, I had none.
I’d give none of my heart
But he could forever have his son.

Here, where they prey upon the weak
The strong eat their young.
It’s the kind of place that has no music
Even worse, nobody has sung.

I walk through the place like a robot
Not caring who falls.
Laughing at the vixen
Worried about who calls.

Everything you say to me
I take with a grain of salt.
Therefore, dear sir,
You lose by default.