The fudge of all mankind
The living clumsy scope
Of one man´s life
The shape of his crude spirit
Days are like drips
Inside an IV tube
Painful mouthfuls
The food lumped onto the spoon
Home to the chaos of one´s own mind
Flying bodily fluids impervious to mess
Every entertaining centimeter of bulging flesh
Then running to escape the very semblance of oneself
Limbs adrift over the platform
The train arrives and lets out an obese ego
Unfulfilled expectations vintage distilled anger
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