"Beat me! Hurt me! Make me come!"
he cried, as I gave him another one
across the back, across the thighs.
He looked at me through his two black eyes.
"I love you," he said, "and I've never been happier."
I turned on the plasmomolecular zapper.
And then, as he lay on his bed of sharp nails
and came, while emitting three heart-rending wails,
I smiled at my brother.
And as we got dressed
we agreed to each other
that incest is best.