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Procreated by a dilettante
product of squandered sperm
drawn from a female test-tube
I, degenerated, overgrown germ
whose atoms split simultaneously
to his internecine shouts in mime
of distort faced up facts
laid down without reason or rhyme
I grope my way through tinned fantasies
of lusts of the flesh
my instant brain will not keep
as I prepare for the fatal clash
which comes spontaneously
at my highest form of prime
as challenger of deadly fate
I'm laid down without reason of crime
Don't ignore my void
I don't ignore your corner oxygen masks...
