Death to asspain
I hate opera
I used to like it
(Minus the fat sows and hogs
Fulsomely trying to pass
For ephebi and other virgins)
But then that species of sick spic appeared
Plassído Domíngo – (or Plafído
As he said it
And which is a name that makes him still
More of a singing turd)
And then here I was
Irretrievably disgusted by opera
Opera equating shit.
The turdy guy’s is an asspainer
And spics I really hate
(They taint with their wickedness
Everything they put their priggish claws on)
But if the spic’s an asspainer
Than nothing is shittier
I retch and tremble with
Nausea and loathing.
Hey only the asspainers
Dare put a turd above their name!
But with the added abjection
Of the angry shit of a wavy turd above
They only look like chimps
Actually any monkey
Beats them at tic-tac-toe:
The ape mimics
What a pretext for sewage
Apostles of pestilence
Any arid idyllic landscape
Made gooey and infectious
With their presence.
The gods with me yawned no more
Came the singing turd and they and I
Panicked and left town
Never again to return.
No gimmick can redeem nor rescue
The operatic scene.
Go fuck yourselves sows and hogs
Exert upon the unwary your baneful influence
I hate your stupid attitude
Refusing to acknowledge that a singing turd
Ratchets turmoil and the whiff
More death to asspain
My brother Cardenius Lightbulb
Was born in Alacant
He had trouble with his papers
And then he fucking started wondering...
How the fuck could he be an asspaining spaniard
If he is a Catalan...?
He’s hated the (ass)spaniards
With all his heart
He’s been wanting them all dead for ages
Nothing has he desired as deeply as their extinction.
(Hey, or at least he’s often dreamed
As who wouldn’t
With the delicious prospect
Of all of them out of one’s own country, en masse
Like the plague...)
Scram, fucking awfuls
A Catalonian is not to be befouled
With your excruciatingly sickening name
Nor to fodder be equated
For you to hideously munch
He’s been saying forever
Out and away
Far to the ends of hell.
For who could ever abide more of their stink
And their constant thieveries
And their nauseous N’s
(With that shitty bourbonist turd they carry on top
Talk about an eyesore, shit!)
Catalonians speak Catalonian
(Ass)spaniards cackle (ass)spanish
Are they so fucking stupid
That they fail to get it?
In too many instances
to hell with the bloody sickness
nobody wants asspain!
uglier pain ever inflicted!
what a dreadful bane!
asspain is painful
down with it once and for all!
each of us has to find some sort of remedy!
drastic nostrums: let’s apply ‘em all
from the venom to the ax
from the scouring acid to bomb
and from hey what have you to whatever
no treatment barred
the subtlest allowed together with the awfulest
on the contrary: the more lethal the better
for the suffering’s been going on for too long
plenty of brave people have had to suffer from asspain
time to eradicate it
let’s blow asspain out of the bottoms and the shit-smeared maps!
ah sweet payback
ah superb redemption
remember the fallen
all those noble
enterprising peoples who were robbed
exiled horribly tortured and killed
by centuries of asspainish inquisition
by centuries of asspain’s hated motherfucking misrule!
and yet its murdering goes on
fascist borbonist asspain
it simply must be stopped
by all means necessary!
at it justice-seeking heroes of the world!
do away with it already for all time!
death to asspain for evermore
let’s all do our utmost to erase its nagging corruption
the world would be a better place
to be in
without the traces of it: the bloody sickness
without the memory of its tyrannical stupid ill-sounding actuality
a tiny paltry but monstrously annoying canker on the earth’s skin
a hideous cancerous outgrowth the earth itself must get rid off
if only to gain back a little bit of well-being and peace
‘cause asspain – ach, asspain
asspain’s such an unbearable