Consume yourself with artificial flavors
by Michael Brunnock
It's the only way it can be satisfying
For you; not the processed parcel.
Once the shit is extracted,
We see what is underneath.
Flush away what you refuse to comprehend
And the fish do not care that you're ugly.
Breathe hard; the air that is forced through machines.
How else could you bear to inhale?
The walking filters once again at the scene.
The dust is undiscovered
Only you know it's there.
Feather away your secrets with a dirty rag.
The garbage man doesn't care that you're a slut