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ON DEATH
You know, we're monstrosities.
If we could really see this
We could love ourselves...
We’re full
Of blood
Guts
Puss
Mucus
And odorous gasses
From fermented
and
Chemically drenched foods.
Each day we have to release
A brown pudgy blob of excrement
Just to remind ourselves
That we’re full of shit -- until we know it.
When we know it,
We can then enjoy the pleasurable expansion
Of our rectums
As we punch out
One more
Of those little steam boats.
You know,
It’s all turning to shit.
Everything is carbonizing.
When you can see that, life takes on a comic edge.
You can’t take it seriously anymore.
Because it’s all leadin