FAT TO FRUIT
Eating grease meat
On soaked Styrofoam
Shit in my pants
And bleach in my dreams.
I’m sitting at the bottom of myself here
In a little dirty chair
But when the last bell rings
Terrible through the air…
I will stand up!
I will shave all my hair off!
I will be aerodynamic and air conditioned.
I will cut into the new dance I do not know.
