Feeling freely fickle
Flicking fleas off follicles
Faking faces fool
Frightening friends to flee


Oh that I could just vomit
Splashing envy on the floor
Causing crises to implore
Savouring the gore
Inducing me to laugh
Giggling in the mouth
Crying unsurpassed

It is the thing which roams about
which make me so devout
Covering me in armour
Some organic shield
The front of which reveals
Blissful punishment

I should have been a pair of ragged hands
I should have fallen to demand
And be fulfilled
With ecstasy

On the backside of the wall there is feces and it stinks.