Rip this maggot-infested core from my being
And use your modern conveniences to
Make it palatable,
So that they whose glass eyes are blind to me,
Those who laugh at me in their silent subconsciousnesses,
Those who persecute me,
May swallow it.
And like a strawberry after-taste,
May they be pleasantly surprised by the bitter-sweet oblivion they call home.
