Food chains reside in my commodious belly.
The webs of life adorn my squishy intestines.
My mouth takes in the scattered populations, the
variegated flora and fauna of the cosmos, and my anus
expels wastelands of milky way excreta.
The acids in my stomach break down quasars, quirks, quarks,
ecosystems, planets, words, and panda bears.
My esophagus is the superhighway where members of the
zoological cosmos contend for the lead.
I am the Redeemer.
I am the Primal Shitter.
All my masterpieces are flushed down the black hole
toilet bowl.
All my actions are bubbling with bravado.
All my words are flatulent salsa dances.
I will never stop.
I will never end.
I’ve always been.
I always will be.
I am not a mythological deity trapped inside
the imagination of an unorthodox, unstable mind.
I am, if you think about it, you.
Chew righteously and conscientiously kids.
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