Poop In My Belly Button
By ~intricately-ordinary
i am so empty, fill me up
with everything you have to offer:
the degenerations of a dying soul,
the waste of a like-minded
meanderer; you know me, and as
the room spins, your eyes are
alive. make me whole in
my hollowest of holes,
hallowed be the man who can
turn me to the filth I seem and
who enjoys it all the same,
participating in this Filet-o-Fish
masquerade of sentiment and
supplicants; sacraments undignified--
make me feel alive
with your feces.
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