Napalm Death

Crack a wry smile
For the gravest of fortunes
You illuminate the room
Here - a toast with urine
To empathy
Too far removed
To indulge or divulge
Extend my hand
And your flesh crawls
Touched by asinine mongrels
You're rife with everyday pox
Suspect foreign bodies encroaching
On your space - they obstruct,
You detest, you obstruct,
They detest