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White bread in plastic bag 
              dwelling on table. 
Undecided as to what 
           flavour it would create. 
Brain-dead maggots under the table, 
crawling like white after rice. 
We eat the definitions 
 we have been fed. Compulsive 
behaviour aching like ticks on a dog. 
Sonic boom blown apart like 
                chocolate cake 
          out of the box. 
Existing on jumping worms 
              that tangle us into 
deceptive cigarette butts. 
We are one. We are many. 
We are white bread in plastic bag. 
We dwell on the table. 
I dwell on the table. 
I am the brain-dead maggot 
crumbling despair in my arms. 
Let me hold you and destroy you. 
Unhinge your underwear thinking 
                       set of values. 
Unburden your soul 
              of all its pretending. 
And we like to pretend. 
And we like to eat white bread 
with our teeth so perfectly 
                            angled. 
Be still heart of hearts. 
Be quiet open grave. 
I am transforming into 
     plastic forks and knives 
spread out like a disguise 
upon the picnic table of goodnight.