World Juice

[Daphne L.]

I think of myself as some gigantic rotten fruit:
Sticky-sweet nauseating pulpy flesh surrounds me.
The world-juice seeps into my mouth, my pores,
My every available gaping orifice,
And although at first it tastes sweet,
Almost inviting, but very quickly the thick, dark taste of rot
Coats my tongue and my very soul and there comes
A sudden realization that I cannot escape
And that the sick-sweet fruit will suck me down,
Squelching obscenely, and I know I will decompose
Lying covered in a myriad copulating maggots.

[spamheid]

Hmmm. And me just had ma tea!

[Barry Hodges]

This is sicker than what Mrs Sick threw up after a bad meal down at the El-Khasi Bangla Snack Bar.