Slippeth thee upon smatterings of nad-smash-octave glass
Thomas Lipschultz 8/20/01

Sing ye like the hurdler who smasheth flat his nads
till thine voice dost riseth up to where ye shattereth the glass.
Slip ye then upon the shards so thine feet be bloody red
and thine body falleth forward till ye splitteth ope thine head.
Then watcheth with thine sockets which the rats do make their bed,
and realize, bloody hurdler-foot, thou hast been struck quite dead.