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My feet are that of the feline quality
I always land feet first
collapse with a purpose
like a slinky
bending with organized function

My powers are limitless
My home is where my heart is
I revolve around the Sun
My balls are planetary

Entrance stage left: food poisoning

Stomach says
please use side door
side door says
exit from rear
equals
barfing from your asshole

Exit stage right: optimism, belief, all hope

We are nothing but flesh meat tubes
a human straw with appendages to put food in one end
limbs are on bottom end to move to the appropriate social accepted place
to evacuate the remains of aforementioned food
the meat straws collide aimlessly
running to one another at work, on dates, at sporting events
constantly taking pictures of themselves

moving in the billions
a petri dish, petri entrée
for one
like microbes we look
under his microscope eye
existing in the granular
he looks from such a distance
that he couldn't account for emotions,
morality, or The Super Bowl
he just saw his meat tubes colliding
his fingers are too big to write anything
voice so loud it obliterated dinosaurs

I hate food poisoning
I can taste purple
see Sounds

- Excerpt from Nah Man, I Really Think I Need to Go to The Hospital

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