I'm at the restaurant
Come and gather in my warm stomach.
Gorge yourselves on the fumes and flesh of the evil world to forget.
Push others out of the way (finders keepers) for a share and demand more before you are done.
Loiter shamelessly, taking up space so none else can be ready for a second helping.
Bodies on bodies in bodies out bodies all angular and angry, right?
So make fat and round and joyous here.
Solidify into hard molars.
Molars of the world, ready to grind anyone down into their most basic particles, exposing what is smallest and most vulnerable,
so the world, with its inexhaustible appetite, can swallow all, digest all, stomach you more easily.
For all is nutritious and rich in unique flavor.
Sit in my acid.
