eating to stay alive is such a chore,
sometimes, pretty much all
the time when you're drinking steadily;
i feel like a teenage girl with eating
disorders: i did "suffer" from bulimic
tendencies once... a fat teenager,
a mega-fit iron-man for three years,
i managed the classics, Cicero *******
down my throat, later a trained oesophagus;
but even now, today, after all the drinking,
eating is such a chore... i'll need to stuff
the stomach into expansion worth of stitches
before i swallow the sleeping pills with more
*****... suffering humanity: here i come too!
please don't feed me your oysters
to set aside the caviar for the napkin holding
waiters... i need a b-movie and a spoof and a pilot
plot-line; ****** my eyes are burning i need
to wear sunglasses in the night!
i see carnage worse off than Nostradamus.