Sugar!
The sugar keeps burning my feet and I don't know how to make it stop
You stop talking this instant, you pile of gook and slop
It's so dirty
The sugar knows all
What you did last week, hi, madame!
Or are you a madam?
I'm not interested in this sour silhouette
What do they make of kids who don't know how to eat their supper?
The oatmeal tastes good
God is coming for your balanced breakfast!
Stop
That's not my name
That's not what I was called when I was born
The real name makes me scared
The real word makes my hair
Stand up on the end
And I hear the cosmic chant
Growing
Making me
Nauseous.
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Incoherent Poetry from the Depths
Terror(The painting in the cover is by painter Nicola Samori) Do y'ever just wish to feel the chills of the ethereal down your spine? Have you wondered what life is like outside your material universe? Did you ever posit the idea, that a good bout of uns...
