Perpetual nonsense stews in me like a brine For all this ***** flesh needs a curinβ I no longer see, but I sit and stir While a party yells- I bubble quietly or can myself discreetly. Whose heart is more precious: the tinman or the oyster? My merry-go-round concoction is a family recipe: throat pigs- swelled to save suffering Step 1:Run the tap Step 2: Wait Step 3: Repeat Step 3: Repeat