Get On It, Comrades 02
in the hotel in Santa Cruz de Tenerife
she tells me I have the profile of Stalin
when I’m laying on my back sleeping
just a few hours after
I took my hardly elected dick
stuck it in the slot of democracy
in the dark in the middle of the night
with the curtains drawn
with my hand over the mouth
of justice and without a word said
as I flipped her over onto her stomach
pushed her head into the pillow
so she was only allowed to breath
with a struggle
with a good rationing of air
together we started to slowly build
a country with a giant dick
for the people of course
under her blindfolded eyes
I kissed her lips with a caterpillar
mustache
as she weighed pleasure and pain
on the scales
with the kinks of socialism
later in the afternoon we laugh
and drive north to Kuntsevo Dacha
where I crown her
comrade slut numero uno
official whore of the state
