Table 54

Poorly stuffed sausage people
rub shoulders with their dried fruit friends
Beautiful servants wait for the other poo to drop
Enslaved by the dreams they were sold
Degraded for the trust they placed in their degraders
Drunk fat stupid ugly disgusting
spoiled corpulent pustulant pig corpse
bitch faced Jewish American princess
A tiny hot dog, a tiny Popsicle, a gourmet s'mores
It's all too much for her
A flock of birds killing themselves
On her inherited Glass house
So thick with breeding
Yet incest makes them less
and less
So sturdy fat birthing fat hides a
Fragile glass skeleton waiting to cut through
the jello mould which surrounds it

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