January 23 2018

[maggot]

You only like me when I'm ambiguous
Don't be ridiculous we love to look at you in the pitch black room
With the volume maxed out and the conversation on mute
We'd call you low hanging fruit, but truth is,
We picked you up from off the ground
And hung you from our meathook ,charged admission, let everyone come in and have a look
The bitter scraps of tattered paper tasteless wafers now I've eaten
And know the things you need me to say, and you're in luck because words are weightless and on sale now today

I promise, I cross my silphium heart.