FUCK THIS POETRY SHIT
we the afflicted
compelled
by your numbery
to more and more outrages
until nothing even of ourselves
remains
that which we call our blood
thin clouted liquid cleverlies
that which we call our flesh
never wore a heartbeat in its life
that which you fed on nurseries
a pasteurized knee-less skin
that which you feed on
call it what you will
it is shit
we are all what we eat
