Samaria Underground

I saw a cunt today, oh boy,
First once since last December,
I swear I almost wept for joy,
Last time I cried? I can’t remember.

She was sitting on the subway tracks,
And I was waiting for a friend,
The rest of them had turned their backs,
Why I didn’t, I still can’t comprehend.

But the train was coming fast,
And she had closed her eyes,
I pulled her off just as it passed,
—I’d never been baptized.

Thoughts of Hell ran through my head,
My life’s been such a waste,
Can’t count the times I‘ve yearned for death,
But now I’d had a taste.

She looked at me with big dark eyes,
Face pale, lungs gasping for air,
And I knew then that when this woman dies,
I’d no longer care.

I brought her close and kissed her face,
She put her hand on mine,
I’ll never quite forget the taste,
Of her saliva, tasting faintly of wine.

Believe me, when I say to you,
That I was deeply in love,
Happiness was ours, I knew,
A blessing from above.

But then she suddenly bit my tongue,
And hit me in the chest,
I fell and tripped and grasped each wrung,
— “dear God, I’ve been so blessed.”

“Rape!” she yelled in abject fear,
The train was coming fast,
The subway crowd could only cheer:
A rapist dead at last!

So I float above the station,
And hear the woman cry,
I’m dead, of course, with no remorse,
But: cursed to wonder why.

I saw a cunt today, oh boy,
First once since last December,
I swear I almost wept for joy,
Last time I cried? I can’t remember.