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supply
the royal court of bugs
is now open, buzzing bugs
slime and dust, dirt.
rub you hinds legs
blow your trumpets
for the king shall speak.
and he stood from his table
drool and shit down his neck
"my fellow brothers (future victims of my undecided knife)..."
and before he could commence
vomit splurted out of his mouth
onto the regal feast
a roar of cheering and applause
the click clack of tiny limbs
the humming and buzzing
the burping and farting
such a delicate symphony
graceful putrefaccion
in motion to spawn
the future.[/font]
is now open, buzzing bugs
slime and dust, dirt.
rub you hinds legs
blow your trumpets
for the king shall speak.
and he stood from his table
drool and shit down his neck
"my fellow brothers (future victims of my undecided knife)..."
and before he could commence
vomit splurted out of his mouth
onto the regal feast
a roar of cheering and applause
the click clack of tiny limbs
the humming and buzzing
the burping and farting
such a delicate symphony
graceful putrefaccion
in motion to spawn
the future.[/font]
Published 8th May 2010
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Anonymous
8th May 2010 10:56pm
I'm not sure if this is a satire of something or other, or merely an exercise in visceral horror, but either way it's a fantastic piece, rich and satisfying through it's gross, horrific imagery. And the way you describe the sound of the insect's tiny limbs clacking together in applause sent a shiver down my spine.
