Androcles And The Ant

I tortured Mandelstam.
I shoved his wife’s brassiere in his face.

I shoved his wife’s panties in his face.
I told him, she’s a good fuck.

I told him, you stop writing crap
about the State.

And I will stop fucking her.
You stop insulting our dear Stalin.

And I will stop fucking her.
But Mandelstam kept writing his smut.

He marched on like a measly little ant.
Content with carrying off creatures

ten times in his own weight.
I ask you, who needs lions?