Learning To Eat

That flat thing was stirred into a frenzy
Of indigestion, saturated with fatty thought.
So it bobbed, bloated, before it disappeared
Into the muck to drown itself in hope, turgid
With a stink so foul it woke the neighbourhood up.
That gut was full of greed and bad deeds.
It had so much to learn, to eat, to sweat out of
Its head, it had so much sourness to digest
It nearly stopped working.

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