Staph Terrorist

By day I plot the downfall of society
 I devise devious plans of retribution
 Night falls and I am out on the streets
 Distributing my "political contributions"...
 No restaurant or cafe
 is safe from my attack
 I file among the cooks and chiefs
 From kitchen to kitchen I plant my "surprise"
 Discreetly to avoid early detection
 The next day the news blare my psychotic feats
 With joy, the terrorism has shocked and offended
 I take my urine and steaming feces
 Smear it and mix it within the food you eat!
 Terrified the city locks the doors of tempered cafes
 The restaurateurs and patrons repulsed
 My warm shit burritos can kill...
 Some folks use bombs, others use guns
 I find my way deadlier and more exacting
 My bodily excrement washes your gums
 Later, fluids bubble from your nose
 Outbreaks of staph throughout this fucking town
 The fear is contained and profound
 The market's my next step, to piss in the milk
 No one is safe... I spread my hate around
 Your skin bubbles and smells
 Your guts burn, you squeal
 The bile in your throat is gastric acid
 Your terror will never heal!
 You fear to eat again
 I know my revenge is complete
 To commit such a horrible task
 To remember my atrocious deeds...
 To not forget