naus-feratu

bad blood.

how i wish people took better care of themselves.
it screws up the entire food chain.

fast food junkies,
high trans-fat traffic jammed
in the arteries;
don't they know
it makes things hard for me?

tonight, i've got easy prey,
but i don't think i could hold it down.

what a waste.

there's nothing so pitiful
as blood that won't stay down-
i hate seeing food clot slowly round the rim
of a cold white porcelain throne.

you now empty husks
with shiny doll eyes,
what betrayal you've committed upon me
stabbing me in the gut:

et tu, then fall i must,
and heave and hurl
this mighty naus-feratu...

[sorry, as you can tell, i'm not feeling well... must be the tension wrought by impossible deadlines and impossible lacks of motivation...]