Hidden thoughts

You were my killing joke

My destructor, and my threats,

You were the system

And my conflict

You were so crass and a poison girl,

A subhuman, foetus on a wheel,

You were an A head, a rubella ballet,

A flux of pink indians on display,

A transplant, rancid, mob

A rudimentary peni,

A rage against the machine.

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