hairless cats prowl the streets

snails desert their shells

black shoots pierce the concrete -

death from below!

swarm under, death!

you will trip up one day

and fall into the underworld

stalagtites and stalagmites

glistening like gristle

you will trip up one day

on your untied laces

and the souls of the damned

will yodel in triumph

the souls of the damned

will pause in their rotation

and sing like schoolchildren

from their microwave ovens

the facts are compelling

they yodel in unison

the souls of schoolchildren

are 90% gristle

in the fatal urinal

where you trail your laces

they sing out from the plugholes

in minatory gurgles

join us! join us!

you will stumble one day

and then we will have you

straight down the piss-chutes

and into the ovens

black vines grasp your ankles

snails schlupp up your trouser-leg

waving their tentacles

sniffing for gristle

down with the stalagtites

up with the stalagmites

in the ghastly quarter-light

of the eternal Reich

the facts are compelling

they swill down the plughole

the souls of the damned

are ineffably lovable