LAUNDRY DAY

I WANNA TAKE THE WORLD BY THE SCRUFF OF ITS BLOODSTAINED COLLAR. I WANNA BALL IT IN MY FAT FIST AND DRAG IT DOWN ‘TIL WE’RE NOSE TO NOSE. I WANNA TELL THE WORLD TO CLEAN UP ITS ACT. I WON’T BE MADE A FOOL. I WILL NOT BE SCRAPED INTO AN OCEAN OF MUNDANITY, LIKE A BARNACLE OFF THE SIDE OF A BOAT. I WILL NOT CALCIFY. I WILL NOT HIDE MY SOFT UNDERBELLY. I WILL NOT SAND DOWN MY KNIVES FOR THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD’S DISPLEASURE. SO FIX YOUR FACE, AND PUT ON A CLEAN SHIRT.

I WANNA WATCH THE WORLD’S HANDS TREMBLE AS IT UNFASTENS A ROW OF BUTTONS. I WANNA SEE IT DRESSED DOWN. I WANNA WASH THE WORLD’S LAUNDRY AND BURY IT ON THE BEACH. WATCH IT SLIP THROUGH MY FINGERS LIKE SAND. 

I WANNA FIND SOMETHING NEW - SOMETHING SOLID, SOMETHING SOFT - WAITING FOR ME AT HOME, WITH JAW FRESHLY TRIMMED. I WANT TO SEE MY CLAW MARKS ON ITS EXPOSED THROAT.  I WANT TO CLOSE MY TEETH ROUND THAT INFIRM PEACE AND SWALLOW IT.

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