Oh lecturer,
You fluttering, frothing, pint of spoiled fox piss.
Burn in hell and rest in piss, you dick gobbling cum burglar.
Oh lecturer,
You donkey in a diminutive man's vessel.
Where is God to whip you in your ugly face?
I wouldn't let starving worms devour your rancid flesh.
Oh lecturer,
Don't speak you godless goat. You don't have a morsel of morals in your deviated, dysentery drenched mind.
Your lies reek of rotten wolf's milk, the gall of bloated bear, and abandoned portable shit box.
In this juice, you shall rest.
Oh lecturer!
The God's will rejoice when your putrid flesh is torn apart and your black soul descends into hell.
Oh lecturer,
You are a servant to servants, with an apish attitude, who refuses to fish and embraces thievery.
You, lecturer,
Permanently toxoplasmosis, your infected ideas dribble pungent foam like rabid dog's lips, mixed with snake piss.
Oh lecturer,
I must confess,
The witches snatch let out a doosy on the fateful night you were born.
Ugly mother fed you sour, arcenic-laced, curdled milk from her hairy purple sacks.
Oh lecturer,
You hemorrhoid to this earth, you parasite in a puddle pigs penile puss.
I pity the poor organisms that are destined to consume your sour, bitter flesh, lecturer, those poor souls, too good for your next life.
As they digest your wickedness you grow thornbushes and poisonous fruit for the centipedes and spiders to congregate.
May God show no mercy on you.
Oh lecturer.
You fermented in the dark sewers and you will dry rot in the open sunlight.
Even your white ashes will still be a curse to this earth.
Oh lecturer!

© Michael J Harris