I am held up, one well-trained
Misery guiding my vibrating
Frame from one dingy light
To the next

They chat in a terrifying mystery
But some words I do understand
“COLA”
“PORNOGRAPHY”
“FATNESS”

This, I must admit scares me even more
So I shove my thoughts inward:

(The meal of made-up food
making a dog and cat kiss
your couch cushions filled with marijuana
pancakes used as door-stops)

This last one makes them angry
And the fists fly
And there is screaming,
“FATNESS!”
“COLA!”
“PORNOGRAPHY!”

It is at this moment I suspect that they are angry because I am winning this war

The trick is to let every volt run from your heart into them
Give them everything
And you will have
——————–> no smell
——————–> no color
——————–> no taste

Finally, the rays from yellow lightbulbs
Pass through a crack in the wall
Like a church-fart

On the other side I am greeted with smiles and kisses
From all the others that escaped
“YOU DID IT!”

Next, they show me my new world

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