You were made to consume,
Gorge like a tick.
You're good at ingesting
Stuff your face,
Make yourself sick.
Promise this is the last meal before the execution and after this
You will be a good little twig,
Little branch,
Little stick.
Hide the plates, burry the silver,
You'd feel a lot more like an animal if you ate with your hands and feet off the floor.
You're a round thing now and your throat goes raw spending hours upside down, trying to get the gunk out.
Yeah, you eat so much its like chewing on paper.
You're taste buds give up,
Lick the spit off your fingers.
This is how you indulge.
You'd eat a sand bag if you had to,
You'd swallow bricks to feel full.