i, the egotistic asshole with a kitchen-sink agenda
will toss my eyeballs, tongue, and ears in a blender
before i let the idiocy of a hate-based philosophy
stand side by side with the hate that you so often see spill out of me

each word that burns inside you like a sandpaper condom
is a caricature of polite party conversation as seen through blood-shot eyes of midnight-bus pessimism
it never leaves my lips with the ambitious goal to offend
and if it does, darling, just rip my eyeballs, tongue, and ears out now, and blend!