Humanity

I remember once when I went down
To a sawdust pub outside of town
The air swirled with blue-green haze
With walls that remembered stranger days
And the barman poured out shots of piss
And eyeballs drank, their hearts amiss
And twisted whores, legs apart
Let their daddies hone their hearts
So that they may one blissful night
Meet a man, sharp and bright
While blood-soaked fetish chugs him on
Poor little whores, fucked, forlorn
And slouched on the floor, their lives in stains
Are junkies quietly spiking veins
Advised, you are, to speak not a word
For all that you say will be left unheard
Is this heaven, or insanity?
With faltering lives and disparity
Pushing us round a little room
Of whiskey and women and infectious gloom
And right in the corner two little girls
Their innocent eyes, glistening pearls
Fearful and alert, watching in pain
Something twitchy, slimy, pink: a brain
Writhing in glory on the cold-tiled floor
Like being screwed by Zeus forevermore
Or pushing a rock up a hill
And pushing and pushing and pushing until
Exhausted, confused, on the brink of insane
Enlightenment it does attain
And joining the brain, was, alas
An outsider, a stranger, a man from Mars
Who probed little children deep in their asses
As their parents emptied their glasses
And emptied and emptied, till they were drunk
And conscience fell with a little 'plunk!'
And everyone joined in for a fuck
An orgy with brains and lungs and muck
And God, he says, "You are my friends!"
Unknown to us what he intends
And this was it, brothers all
A sawdust pub where sawdusts fall
Like rain falling on insanity
Like you and me - and Humanity