Cancer, white lipped,
sniggers from its trans-
sexual throne, covered
in extraterrestrial slime,
could also be called
celestial slime, God's
cum all over the place.
Socrates lassos tumors
littered around Lake
Las Vegas before speaking
at political parties, but
in the middle Socrates
drinks a little too much PBR
and sloshes around at
the podium before becoming
a total Belig toward Cancer.
Cancer's eyes narrow.
Socrates, you old-ass sonofabitch,
your liver's mine.
But oh ho ho! Something came
before God did (see what I did
there?) and killed him first--
and that's the power of democracy,
muthafuckas.
The power of democracy came
all over Socrates' face, leaving
a huge ball of Plato behind.
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