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Singled out
Your short-comings are boiled and abused,
Used.
For the tender meat,
The righteous meat.
The sandwich that lays gristle upon gristle;
Staining another mans shirt.
Your flesh is delicate at times,
Seasoned with malady and disdain.
Never nourished,
Never fried,
You lay comatose on a blanket of bread.
Soiled and forthcoming,
Peppered at the soul,
Garnished for the mind.
Lingering deep in the bowels of another’s need to be a glutton.
Vinegar is the taste I hope for;
Stinging at the conscious
To cut deep into the throat
Choking at the appetite
Choke on me.
Take my unworthiness and let it take control of your greed.
You dirty man,
Your fowl mouth woman,
You penguin slaughtered upon ice.
The need of my blood is to fill your glass;
To chill your own savage veins.
Hollow you seem now
As I look through that glory hole you call a digestive track.
Immortal gasses swirling to consume me.
I may be damned but your aches will last for ever.
Never again you will steal me
For I have stolen the antacid.
Burn, you confounded baron,
You piglet of hidden glory hiding behind another’s pen
Another’s solitude
Another’s ambition.
For now your freedom is consumed.
Forever destined to be fueled by all those that you shove hungrily into you mouth
We now own you, control you
And one day we will eat you too!
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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?
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