i'd prefer to tie you to a chair and beat you within an inch (or less) of yr life,....
prefer to nail you to a tree. drench you in honey. and start chanting the great fire ant hymn.
prefer to place you in water. everything but your head. and slowly freeze you.
prefer to make you make out with Sex Ableton. for hours.
prefer to have Sex read your poems.
prefer to have Sex brand his most heroic lines in to your buttocks-skin
prefer to have lunch with a rat who lives in a mole's asshole. (lives and feeds in the mole's digesting shit. this is where he plucks his poems. from the lining of the mole's anus.)