rabbits made of steel
are rather hard to steal
but ducks made of aluminum
shit fluoride through their plumed wing arm pit
A place can't flaunt how good it is,
Is there's terror in your piss
the water, the water
has to feel good, or else what kind of neighborhood?

The filter the filter
can make a house home
cauze you kan't trust the shit they feed you in Rome
The wine might be blood, or sulfer dioxide
the heavy metals might get in side

Unless The Poison can drain
away to some where plain
where the algeas are hungry
and spores are insanely capable of breaking it all down
and shifting the trouble to fuel
A machine to convince the tightest tight sqinch
too release and just be
eaten

But no! the tar pit won't die!

The styrofoam nugget is in love deep inside
with all that it is
enough not to let go
and loves nothing else
too much to let go
for it's sake

Is a Yid a small thing
strong like a luz bone
so tight and intergrated incestually commited to the whole, forever?

Even a styrofoam atom
is slipping away at the edges
dissipateing into harmless ultimate nutrition
blurring the atmosphere around it, but maybe it's collapse is not so helpful, or yummy ever?
You don't have the right to eat, without accepting that you'll be eaten,
and mayb it's nice to love the One you're dying in
Why not?