Give me a swig of the leper
thirst got me down
sun smashed me off the trail
his knuckle rot
soon a stump
drink it up
Give me drink good leper
the disease so aggressive to my nose
how divine is bacteria?
have you been found on all fours
worshipping this slow depredation
as if it were a god
I command you to get in the blender
bone and flesh
under the sun my throat is parched
That i might drink you down
to you are no more
and your remains will flow
Not unlike your pain
sustain the next great leagues of the journey
No salt or sauce
sweet well dressed sheep have passed judgement upon you
don't associate me with them
I don't need a label to know you
just a big vessel to drink you
No mercy from the sun
vexing me like a jealous cousin
the colored mud
years of misery
flow out of yourself
provide sustenance
If only for a day
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