A Simple Request Poem by Prince ....

That pesky, fleshy lump of faith
pumping nonsense through your veins
is a disgrace
and your lips are faulty.
They leak stupidity
every time you crack a
rotting smile.

You are the reason why,
every morning,
I greet the sun on bended knee
begging for the chance to
grasp a blade in my hand.
Hilt gripped firmly in my fist
and shining steel lodged
in your chest with a lovely
glint of red as proof of my
success.

One chance.
That is all I ask of you.