Fuck the blossoms on the trees, Fuck the petrol-leaden breeze, Fuck the itchy swollen eyes, Fuck the dust and fuck the flies, Fuck the buds upon the bough, Fuck the basting biped sow, Fuck her porker, fuck her shoats, Fuck their squeals and fuck their bloats, Fuck the sunshine, fuck the spring, And all the world, and everything. Porlock Smobley