"I know there are some people out there
who think I am supposed to end up
                in a room by myself

with a gun and a bottle full of hate, 
a locked door and my slack mouth open
          like a disconnected phone. 

But I hate those people back
from the core of my donkey soul
and the hatred makes me strong
and my survival is their failure, 

and my happiness would kill them
so I shove joy like a knife
into my own heart over and over

and I force myself toward pleasure, 
and I love this _______ life
where I run like a train
deeper and deeper
into the land of my enemies."