I want to dig out your eyes
With a lolli-pop,
Gag you breathless with pixy sticks,
And drip melted milk duds
On your genitalia until
That area looks like a candy apple bubble
of excruciating pain.
But I guess you won't feel much after I gag
you dead with all that sugar.
Well maybe I won't do any of that.
Maybe I'll just hold my head high
And hold my breath around the stench of ignorance--
Until, naturally of course, you die,
And are forgotten like your bigoted kind should be.