Ode to Human Trash

Heart beating faster with every second
I can feel my blood beginning to boil
My hands, shaking like leaves
My jaw is clenched so tightly it hurts my teeth

I want to take your fucking face
And plunge it into the deep fryer at the restaurant you work at

I'm sure all that extra skin and fat
Will crackle and boil with a touch of heat
And frying oil

You're a human pig
I'll make chips with your dried, fried off skin flakes
Feed them to you, shove them down your throat
Make you choke on your own filth as your struggle to breathe

I'll take your hair and cut it all off
Braid it into pretty bracelets and twine
Slit your throat and drain your blood while you're still alive
Like a swine at the slaughter

You
are
human
filth.

I
hate
you.