These broken lines clog my recycling bin and
here I am sorting through the rubble
You're feeding me overchewed gristle
remnants of dead sheep from tired centuries
Oh god! but that excited look on your face!
those creases on your eyes that shout
"I'm so ******* excited to feed you ****!"
But I'm fleeing from the table
shading my eyes from your blinding obsessions
My gut is trembling from a primal need
Give me fresh meat! let me sink my pointed teeth
they're being blunted on your gristle
I can't keep eating this ****
I'm choking on my *****.
Smelt your silver spoon and dig a grave
let's put that poor sheep to rest and
dance on the mound
Rain permeating my new expressions
Dropping your gold coins on the grave
I'm on to sow some beans.