torturous

“torture is torture,” the torturer said.
it’s not easy to make someone squeal.
you get grimy and bloody and covered with snot
which can really affect how you feel.

for example I once had george abdul bin bad
at the point where I felt he would flip
on his buddies who ran this place, Mid’Eastern Breads
the breakthrough lay right on his lip.

he gagged and he gurgled, he blubbered and wept.
not your man, not I am ’s’how he cried
and just when I thought he was ready to crack
he rolled his eyes back and he died.

I know what you’re thinking: a horrid mistake.
what a terrible thing to take place.
Relax, take a breath, chill a pill, have a smoke,
there’s twenty plus more from his race.

we’ll bring in another, he’ll look ‘bout the same
he’ll plead for his life, nothing new.
we’ll listen a bit, take some notes act real kind,
then we’ll board him and jolt his ass, too.

if he lives, that’s ok; if he dies, ok, too.
we’re not acting like God around here.
we’re just saving our freedom and our way of life
nothing gets in the way, never fear.

to finish I’ll repeat what started all this:
it’s not easy to make someone squeal.
you get grimy and bloody and covered with snot
which can really affect how you feel.