our stomachs lined with polyps.
a mass of infected flesh grows from neck.
it is not an ingrown hair.
Its common knowledge.

feeble thought runs rampant through the countryside.
you witness it
right here.

skin peeling like old paint on metal.
muscle so soft to touch
finger penetrates.
releasing reticent fluid
a coiling wormhole like mad python digestly goat

little men failing to piss on cardboard reality
run circles around themselves.
mock submission.
they run until they fall from exhaustion,
then sleep,
then begin again..
throw something shiny on the floor.
they scrum for it
as if it holds value.
antlike.
absurd.
Look!
I can see myself
and i do look good.
so vain.
silk purse diverting to parched throat.
they lick their little fingers.
swipe their eyebrows.
must keep hair in place.
female creature under streetlamp.
short pants cheap wig. a
dams apple.
five o'clock shadow at midnight.
breath like a fatmans cock.
waving as little men run by in benz.
beauty
in the eye
of the money clip.
the delicate nuance of society.
they sleep
they wake.
make decisions
based on extreme ignorance.
elect representatives for political structure
based on looks.
bathe their cars
make houses for them value.
hit little balls into
little holes
call it fun.
as sure as the dogshit
on their neighbors lawn
it is premature interrment.
veiled by synthetic veneers of logic
accompanied by hellish voices
from unknown tombs
or woman dressed in blood red
marveling over the size
of your last turd.
cancer?
you make the call.

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