the sell out

as a fetus 
they threw me 
into 
the pits 
of
bottomless despair 
to be saved 
till  later 
later tills 
ring 
my fetus dry
KA-CHING

a place 
where there was no candy 
and 
no fucking rum 
to soothe my tum 
from 
green crayon lipstick 
kisses
sickness 
that stained me blue 

they the 
OmniOminous
OmnibeneViolence
ones
with their prune 
goose bumped skinned 
taxidermy genitals
hanging 
like dark stretched out clouds 
overhead 
ready to piss down 
oil thicky
sticky juice
into 
my lead lined 
decanter 
murmured 
through 
charred 
teeth gritted smiles
their past sins 
were now my
incinerating accounts 
OWED 
to justify bathing  me 
in their radiation 
treatment 
to cure 
me of my
freewill 
stupefied tumors 
befouling my eyes

i stayed 
unable to see 
myself out
silently slugging out 
an existence 
by mining 
the
maddening depths 
of the 
lead lined decanter 
for all the 
embalming fluid 
the decanter caught 
from the above 
booming 
incoherent babbling 
indoctrinating 
spittle 
that slid down 
to puddle 
in the 
evaporated 
tear acid
deficits 
i etched
before i lost my eyes

by and by  
stripped
of my 
amniotic blanket
 by 
priestly time's  
wriggly maggot hands 
and just 
to feel warm 
and must 
as a beast 
feel warm as ice 
as a least
i would soak myself 
into 
the embalming fluid
to weigh myself down 
to turn
my hard 
driedfried 
out fetus shell
into
angel dust 
as
KA-CHING
 i sold out 
to a 
higher dealing authoritative 

© by bg 2021