Only a few people will get this. For the rest of you, it won’t make sense. Basically, David Malouf is an author whom me my literature class compadres and I deemed "The Malouf" due to his love of himself. He's the kind of guy that has his name in bigger print than the actual name of the novel. I hate him.
I don't condone burning literature, but for him, I'll make an exception. Everyone, buy his books and BURN THEM! BURN THEM ALL!
Ahem.
Hunting the Malouf
I have to track him down
And kill his brain
That evil old brain
From which all these bad books come
Must now be destroyed
I stand at his door
Gun in hand, birds chirping (theme?)
Knock, knock, knock, “Who’s there?”
I kick down the door
“Die you evil fucking cunt!”
My first shot misses
He throws on some clothes
And he runs. I think he was
Sleeping with a bird
I say this because
There’s blood ev’rywhere. Bird blood.
Blood and used condoms
“No!” he cries. “Please don’t!”
“I am the Malouf!” he shouts
“I know.” I reply
There’s nowhere to run
I point the gun at his head
But then… Birds attack!
They peck and scratch me
I am forced to run away
Malouf is rescued
As I run, he screams:
“The birds have saved their master!”
I wish he was dead
Home, I vow revenge
I’ll kill the Malouf some day
And those birds of his.