He wakes on the outskirts of town

He sobs, his bowels release

His face is painted like a clown

His face contorts in agony





POOR OLE TOM

POOR OLE TOM





You wake and wait

But you don't want to wait

You drag yourself from sleep

But look... Tom is coming

You kick him in the teeth





POOR OLE TOM

POOR OLE TOM





He is a buffoonish harlequin

With a nasty habit of getting

the shit kicked out of him





POOR OLE TOM

POOR OLE TOM



The local Nazi bully boys

Must be rid of Tom

So the death camp will be immaculate

When they turn the ovens on





They smash his face in the shit

He writhed in his death throes





POOR OLE TOM