[POEM] BAIT.

I cannot. I can't eat my snot. Uncouth, path to cast out, I can't doubt the fallout. The printout. The shout outs.

From no doubts and those louts who passed out round abouts.

From donut consumption to eyes upon gumption, of that lame dead heart who ingests polymeric nasal spark.

He don't understand, in this land tabooing glands, they green freebie ooze is a social death cruise.

So I sit and I sigh

So I hope they all die

Less immune

More buffoon

While I smirk and feast on the cunt of the beast.