If I understand the world as I know myself,
Then I am a mute weilding a blowtorch
in a room dripping with gasoline.
Why do I smile and why do I laugh?
If she touches me again, if she runs her finger down my arm
And kisses my cheek, I will break her spine.

Socrates said, shoot yourself in the head.
Plato said, you should have studied math.
I know my family only by their faces,
And my wife by the curve of her backside.