Our God is witless, we are dirtbags
So do witness cab drivers and clerks of the convenience store
You died for no good reason at all
In quarters where the street sweeper hasn't come round for decades.
Did you commit suicide? Does the Pope know Latin?
We've committed suicide. But not often enough. We prefer a life of the living-brain-dead.
Let's listen to some unvarnished claptrap.
We've turned impotent. And no heaven-sent Viagra in sight.
Our impotence grumbles against us, and you ought to hear our WIVES!!!
We wept until our noses ran and we got snot all over our burnooses.
We prostrated until ... Hey, maybe THAT'S why we're impotent!
We hoped until Hope Lange left us to make a television series.
We complained to the occupants of a white house, but Bill Clinton was busy in the humidor.
We kissed the ... shoes ... of Sharon Stone until the police caught us and jailed us for being perverts and stalkers.
People, we are dead, but even the earth doesn't want our murdering carcasses. We tried to bury Abdul the other day and the grave spit him out.
etc.
A MUCH improved translation, sir. I'm working up the Esperanto translation from your version.
Mi ja estas dankemaj pro via bonkoreco!
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