They kept Alfredo in a box + fed him potatoes
Three times daily with a pinch of salt. He’d yell, assault
The waiters. So they covered up his windows, put the
Box upon a string + sparred… said «Sweet Alfredo,
We’re just like butterflies, but know we can sting like the
Bees… like the bees that took old Mama Liza when
They tied her up with string + threw the cream cakes,
Sprayed the syrup… Safe behind the vizors; they
Taped the screams + played them to the neighbours
Over barbecued Bartholomew + home-made blood
Wine stamped by the feet of the man who would be
Christ. Send the lions in — the ‘entertainment’!. No-one’s
Ever bored. Life is so much more fulfilling since they gave us all
These prisoners of war… Some guys picked the perfect
Lovers…Some guys pick the perfect whores…Some
Go for slavery — the old way.It’s all within the law. Life is
Brighter since they gave us all these prisoners of war…
