THEMSELF

They chant the catalog of other people’s sins
Their eyeball on backwards

They say the rules are important everybody must follow
They whose tongues are the color of cat shit

They say it is so nice to meet you
Or was that the snake between their lips

It is essential to get the stains out they say
These spotless leopards

They say die for us and we will worship you
I say I wonder what you would taste like barbecued

They say right and wrong
I say two sides of the same rotting corpse

I’m looking at the ocean
They say it’s exactly thirteen after one

This is the road to take they say
Pointing to a shortcut of slime

They bring wars to their children wrapped in ribbons
Even their own intestines are against them

They move about in schools
But they can’t find anything smaller than themself to eat