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And so the hairy fat ape raped the
puppet slut-whore hybrid til it fell
limp down the stairs of its
sullen gaze amidst the crowing shit-bird
winding a tourniquet casually about it's wing,
facing the corner,
What would I change?
Wouldn't you like to know?
I'd feed the hungry
To make people grow.
I work at McDonalds, it's fine and all,
And we throw away burgers that go out and come back
Say it to me again,
I dare you.
At first it was nothing.
A black hole-
Empty, no meaning.
But, you feed it so much.
It grows, being filled:
filled with anger, tearing souls.
