Your organs,
caged,
enraged,
by skeletal crackling,
parchment paper rolled harshly into monk scrolls
discourses on prudence and jurisprudence,
dusty dissipations,
guzzle your bone-grizzle
ground by your spike-stone mussle,
it sticks like perky peanut butter to the peak of your mouth,
and will slowly thaw at the hands of your salivary glands
and send sensations of pig anus to slide down your tongue
and choke your lung
like the smoke you sip from cigarette tips,
and butts,
asshole
you love the butts.