Sink your teeth into a worn-out concept,
like it was an old piece of shoe leather;
worry it constantly, ’til its precepts
are soaked with saliva and turned to rubber
in the clamped vise of your tenacious jaws!
Suck the marrow from each worthwhile notion
seeking only for pleasure, without pause,
as substance flies apart in the motion
of your rabid fight to subdue victims,
to intimidate into silence all
who would question your fierce, deep loyalty.
But your true enemy is not living.
It is a useless collection of trash
that distracts you from the chain at your neck.
14 APR 2003
