Stepping through the door,
He sees a friendly grunt
'Hello friend,' M.C. says,
Then rips his spine out,
'Oh my fucking god, we're screwed!'
Yelled an elite happily
And M.C. put an assault rifle to his face,
And blew his fucking brains out!
'Yay!' Yelled another elite,
'We're so happy to be graced by your presence,'
'No problem,' said M.C.,
As he shoved an active grenade down his throat
BOOM and his flesh and blood splattered
Onto the walls
And, it was art
And all the art people thought it was
Beautiful
And they all lived happily ever after,
YAY!