MEAT-BAG

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MEAT-BAG | Jerifa

this inadequate self

proves itself again

again

you derive a certain sinister 

satisfaction

taunt my sustained 

dreamlessness

kick my stomach

i throw up

under the weight of 

these dollops of fat

my shoulders droop

my back bends

i 

can not take up as much space as you

that must be reason enough 

for me to perpetually bow

does my inactivity

threaten your sense of 

identity, i apologise

i do apologies well

however 

do not count me

'my sanity 

is not statistical'

i will burn this fat into your eyes

the distorted visions

that you drool over

will run 

like wax down a candle

your annihilation will begin

i will gobble you up

and gulp you down

i do not do violence well

i pray do not make me learn

an exasperated assertion

this meat-bag has no purpose to serve

let me only be layers of epidermis