...ever after, meanwhile down on the pharm
E. coli spreads her wings wafting off to seek
greener lungs in which to breed...
... barricades when Typhoid Mary torched her brassiere,
fungi declared horticultural revolution exhorting
down-trodden spores to cast off their husks and storm
the faecal palisades of distant silos...
...beheld a revanchist plague of tax-wielding, herbicidal maniacs
spraying away livelihoods of coca peons and opium
peasants penurious from servicing our addiction to
affluence...
...sour crop of rotten fruit-of-fertilizer, ingrained with toxic
sap to dampen odoriferous wake of reluctant corpse-bride
led down the aisle by musty groom in necromantic chemical
wedding and I always cry at...
...felt that nutrients excluded were outweighed by pulp
ballooned to bulging mush fuelling bloated belly-needs,
obesity requires for society´s self-consumption...
...exfoliating pharm-ecologists trample sage and wisewort,
splinter sacred groves erasing glades of sweet forget-me-
knots to ejaculate rapeseed deep between the stretched
spread of Mother Nature´s legs...
...chewing steroid cud moody bulls cast baleful
obsidian occulae upon the spinning scythes of
leering cattle mutilators, edging inexorably ever
closer along The Conveyer Belt To Hell...
...deathly bellow from foaming muzzle muted by
shock bolt passage impaling temporal lobe, extreme
lobotomy soothing mortifying gush of manure cascading
down insides of convulsing thighs...
...concrete pens dreaming lush pastures´ verdant swoon
of swaying grass, cowbells tinkling tintinnabulation attuned
to a sad bovine dirge lamenting lost brethren, tears glisten
beneath the long dark sweep of sultry lashes...
...telescope view the erratic flight of feather-bone junkies
riding cold turkey winds without the aids of angel dust, flapping
needle-thin thews high only on HIV cocktails, right-wing preservatives,
third-world medicine and pollution...
...agony lays another egg and its battery runs dry – sifting
thoughts of pork, pearls for swine would die to spend a single
hour of a life´s gruelling span shovelling snout along forest floor
for the faintest hint of truffle...
...kill you makes you stronger, and meanwhile down on the pharm...










, but that's what I dig about you. I can't be the only crazy(like an unskinned fox) bastard around here. What can I say? Nice..............



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