Unending torment rains down upon the wretched. The poet writhes in agony, impaled upon the tree of pain. If it's going to be...

[Razor Boy 152]

Unending torment rains down upon the wretched. The poet writhes in agony, impaled upon the tree of pain. If it's going to be that kind of party, I'ma stick my dick in the mashed potatoes.