Put them in the jars

Stomach will not turn

Waste raw factory matter

Chewed instead of burned



This is rage



Usable resources

The trains will run on time

With coal of placenta

Food of the gods of the mind



This is rage



Toothpick bones in the goo

Eggshell cranium blue

What you eat you were



There is no place for tears

After all that's been cheered

What you eat you were



Pain or no pain

There is a face and name

What you eat you were



The imagery has been played with

Non-points well-made

Illustrating lack of purpose

Win by denying the game

It will take landing in back yards

And stomachs being cut open

And questionnaires filled out

At one's own dying moment