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Monday, March 15, 2004
Welcome to Adulthood, Do You Feel Insane?
A large man a large head
brainiac, brains fed.
eat 'em raw
the meat of the smart
them that know their all.
When brains're boiling
on the stove,
simmerin bove their rocking heads
they all stand and say their grace
around the table of their feast.
they bless the beasts
whose heads are big
and brains.
they bless their god
who they knew well
from where they know
to tell.
they bless 'em all
for letting them see
the beauty and
bless 'em all
cause they can eat the brains.
On the simmering pan
the brains hop like frogs
who felt the need to move
and ran.
jumping, writhing, the brains
they feel alive.
but they're about to find
they're only to be eaten
and dined.
Over on the side
on the counter lie
the bodies of the beasts
whose brains have been took
and their heads are open eyes
dead open slides
of a projector played,
splayed.
the dead ones
have no names.
the dead ones
were children
who played.
now their brains
are eaten
to engrain
the need to go on.
dead carcass show
freak show
eating brains
the death of their childish
stupid ignorant claims.
the augmentationed growth
leaves them in chains.
and the pan,
taken,
is eaten from
and children's
brains are exchanged
for a metal crown
that is worn
and controls
their brain.
welcome to adulthood.
do you feel insane?
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