American Football

Portrait of Harold Pinter
Harold Pinter 1930–2008

Hallelujah! It works. We blew the shit out of them.

We blew the shit right back up their own ass And out their fucking ears.

It works. We blew the shit out of them. They suffocated in their own shit!

Hallelujah. Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew them into fucking shit. They are eating it.

Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew their balls into shards of dust, Into shards of fucking dust.

We did it.

Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.

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