Sitting on a couch in lotus position with nothing better to do
Than count the seconds until my legs go numb.

Wondering if fleas crawl into the anuses of humans like they do animals.

This thought disturbs me.
Lingering on my consciousness
That the thought even crosses my mind.

Like mothers putting their babies in the microwave.
Like starving an animal to see how feral they become.
Like voting in an election with really only one candidate.

The wicked deeds that exist in the back of our minds.


My legs are numb.
Maybe it’s time to cut them off.
I want a better looking pair anyway.