Sunday, June 16, 2013

2.773 : 6/15/07 : Glutton

The glutton in me scoffs at rules
demands I stand all
hands to tools
and build its platform
build its plate
its stance to raise
its taste to sate
I fed it hate
I fed it lead
I filled its cup
I made its bed
the glutton laughed
and made a grab
for all my viscera
on the slab
but I demurred
held it all in
drew my own knife
and slew that sin

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