Poem – Vile Joy

Vile joy oh bloody pleasure

Has me fainting with delight

Never have I seen such pressure

Brought upon a man in flight

Fleeing like a wasted mongrel

Freshly kicked and rightly spurred

Intolerable for its weakness

Pay the price oh fiendish cur

He fell in shade on Russian glade

Head crashing in the pungent wood

Screaming like a new born infant

Crying as no grown man should

Pascal with his lack of pity

Fell upon our babbling prey

Who begged our mercy and compliance

As if he had earned some say

Pascal laughing at his defiance

Brought his mighty rifle down

And with that single hammer blow

Exploded brains spewed ove’ the ground

Such was the sound and viscera that

Pascal stood there in shock

And all of us his favored kin

The forest our laughter rocked

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