what it all means

She doesn't chew her food
making sucking, slurping sounds
smacking as she maws her meat,
dribbling, drooling
as he's jammed between her slack lips
connected by a string of
his and hers
ejaculate

Reddish purple veiny member
rudely fashioned out of
skin, vessels, cartilage
jabbing at her frantically
overrun with spasms
until he spits
out his unseeing one eye
then, once he is finally empty,
flaccidly resting on
a hip

her hairy orifice
covered in mucous and semen
tensing, releasing as if breathing
drooling what's left of her dinner
down her inner thigh

every sophistication
detail of etiquette
complex thought, concept
altruistic action
that defines
elevation of humanity
defers innately to
this primitive concept
this exercise in the grotesque
and the power it has over us

with all of our wisdom
developments, hypotheses
breakthroughs, cures
it all remains the same
as it did millions of years ago:

the meaning of life
is "fuck."