"Contemplations on Pink Man"
You great pink bastard.
Why do you mock me so?
You are there to bring me down,
Flitting about like a wad of overripe bubble gum.
Get out of my life, I say!
Quit the flitting, or I shall quit thee of thy life!
Do you understand now the stakes, man?
You are the wind beneath my wings?
You are the gum beneath my shoes.