There is a wasp that stings a cockroach in the head
It picks its place carefully, like an emerald surgeon
The only attractive wasp, the worst of all its ilk
The innocent bug with its reputation for surviving
Fails wholeheartedly at upholding stereotypes
Obediently it is led toward the jewel’s nest
The bug fucks the cockroach, not copulate, it screws it
It gives birth inside it. Those babies, my god those babies,
What an introduction to the world.
There was a human woman. She was dressed in sequins.
She enthralled a cow and laid her foetus inside it
The living beef shed no tears. Mesmerised by the woman.
The bovine feedbag lived until each organ was devoured
The baby gnawed at each part, but kept it alive until
Finally the kid could crawl from its dead carcass
And the baby grew fast, and found another cow, to fuck
To keep alive. Its kids will repeat the whole ghastly thing
The natural world is a bewildering pit of shit
Apulex Compressa, if human was wasp, society
Would be a perfect metaphor for modern tragedy
But why be so blunt when we have reality
Unvailing, with no further introduction; modern life
The conservatives are here to fuck you in the ear
And give birth to a cockroach-cattle herd
Accept death. Or don’t. You don’t have to choose
Those conservatives in suits sure look nice don’t they?
Be the cockroach, be the wasp, or watch and cry
The best you can do is hates both sides.
Andrew Chapman / Author and Screenwriter 