whut choo lookin at, mofo

HEY, GOD!
How come I get stuck
with this
dumb bunch?
It sucks
You goofed bad
on this sad batch, God
and you know it
Where do you think
you're off to?
You get back to that lab
right now and
shake up those test tubes
one more time
Don't you dare
turn tail and run
Screw that
Big Bang shit, God
You fucked up
big time,
now you fix it:

No more
dumb cunt/bad nig/
limp dick/sick fag/
bull dyke
bad jokes
No more
dead meat
fun snacks
No more
my toys/thy toys
crib wars
No more
pool side
back stab
chit-chat
No more
cock suck
bum trip
bad jobs
No more
big deal he-man plots to
bag the port
join the club
ace the test
run the show
No more
skin tone
cave-man
show and tell
No more
one-up/
one-down
games,
God

No more jerk-offs
No more jerks
No more gun binge
blood binge
sex binge
bucks binge
head binge
drug binge
doze binge
death binge
No more
kick-me/
pay-as-you-go/
bad faith
crap shoots
No more
head/heart splits
No more
do good/eat shit/
think piss
put-downs
No more wide-eyed lies

You fix that voice
in there
Make it say what's right and
turn the wheels
Or get rid of it and
Get the hell out of the way
of my gut
You get on it now, God
You kick ass good
Or I'm out of here

[adrian piper 6/7/92]