I walk into an old room;
past the rusty pipes and the strange walls,
I find you,
with your rotting flesh,
your many mouths with many teeth and
many tounges,
your many limbs,
your flabby fat drooping into the ground
like a puddle following you wherever you go,
your eyeless face,
your many noses - sniffing out anything you wish to consume
you bare your teeth at me,
like an animal about to attack
oh, I wish I could show you,
tell you,
let you know,
that you are a monster
you
are hunger;
flesh, of humans, wanting more entertainment,
drugs,
money,
disease,
attention,
meaningless words to be fed to you
may you melt into the floors
of this room
and forever stay
as a puddle
of idiocy
and consumerism
which has been accepted
in our lives
though I can tell you
I am certain
you can never listen
