The Big Black Poem by GRANT FRASER

Your daughter is cute
and you are too fat,

but I'm not allowed to
think that,

no I'm supposed to conjure
up something quite different,

your daughter has huge
feet and is ugly,
but you are beautifully fat,
and decorative as a pizza,

and I am ugly too, but not fat,
have matchstick legs and arms,

the world is a ball of stupid
dirt, and it rolls in the muck
of absolutely nowhere,

power is pleasure,
but can be damned disgusting,

your old man has lost his way,
what can I say,

the masses are blind too,

and society it nails up everything
around us,

waiting...

waiting...


to see if we will bite,

we do, I do, we always do, one at at time,

somebody else's money, your mental health,
another's wife, a hairy ape who likes chains,

yes, this is the skin of religion, hanging...
by a thread, in the great big black...

he likes to look at this and that,
yeah - all of it...

yeah! destiny is a deck of cards,
but who said i want to play anyway...