Your talk was like an amalgam
Of the works of Kafka and Burroughs
You injected my brain
With lurid, bizarre stories
About being covered
In snakes, crickets, and flies
Bathed in vomit and sweat
And one about a Mexican whore high on peyote
Who persecuted you
Like a Roman tormenting a Christian
But you couldn't bring yourself to cry
So you submitted to the torture
Like a flaggelant saint