If I were a book I'd have a peculiar look So heavy, the shelf would rattle With a tightly stitched saddle It would be a collection Of the odd recollection Of slapstick humor And existential horror It would be a mindbending ride And an eventual slide To simultaneous awakening and madness And escape from sadness

Swastika Stickers
I’m puttin’ up a swastika sticker
Makin’ my hate dick