cells I’ve sheltered
cells I’ve fried
cells I’ve spent all day
inside
cells I’ve sheltered
cells I’ve fried
cells I’ve spent all day
inside
floppy and furry and full-up of spines
offer a soft appetizer for lunch
star-studded tongue licking way out of line
crack that old mystery based on a hunch
flesh is so filthy I’m starting to rot
one thousand mushrooms per cell of my skin
can’t this old horse do much more than just trot?
is it the same to give up as give in?
wanna know what race I’m losing
check my empty inbox
empty cell I’ll soon be hanging
just imagination then