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