If you poke the Bear,

you really should expect

to find yourself

on the end of sharp and dangerous claws

and yet we poke, we provoke,

we decide to inflame the situation

and now Satan is revealed,

the pulsing super penis

that the Bear holds between its legs

and starts to dribble its urine

on the world; Satan

so apt an name,

forgive me my non-existent deity,

I think we have screwed up

big this time…

the rocket fuelled penis

only needs a number

tattooed on its side.

Ian D. Hall 2016