in what you put in
only what you put out
and it better be skin
for the woman-eater louts

They aren’t interested
in your reality
your drunken stupor
sense of humor
your dancing lines
relentless crimes

only in a created fantasy
that you concoct -
for their loaded *****

They aren’t interested
in you per se
they cut you up in parts –
*******
firm ***
*******
enough to serve each *****
and you better be
******* skinny!