Empire (1992)

I sucked the dick of the Empire,
drained the marrow, its life-source,
from the wrinkled shaft and spit it out
onto cold concrete; it tasted bad.

The masses screamed like dying butterflies
when I began to slurp, my tongue darting,
my hands clawing for stability.
Their evil was leaving them; I was happy.

The orgasm left them weary but relieved.
Prejudice squirmed like a snake,
Hate throbbed like a dying heart,
and it all spewed from my mouth,
a fountain of Man's sins; it tasted bad.

Eyes were opened wide enough to watch
the ghastly mucous seep into the depths
of the Earth, on its way back to Hell.
Cries of joy abounded, men and women wept
and thanked me for Nothing; I was happy.