Memories of Tokyo

Memories of Tokyo,
beautiful capital city of Japan;
O how they come flooding back to me,
always reminding me
of a fat prostitute I saw crushed
by a steamroller in the rush hour.

Ah sweet Tokyo's charms,
such recollections I have in my mind,
where a tasty sushi can be enjoyed.
But I must lay these treats aside since.
I can still recall the obese whore’s face
as it got pulped pointlessly
by that mighty rotating cylinder.

Possibly, it served her right.
for being in an inconsiderate hurry;
and thus her sperm-filled body.
was turned into a potage
of corrupt and damaged fat
as passers-by took photos
to send to their demented friends.