I think
you’re all so
turned around
backwards
with your
heads stuck
so! far up
your own
asses, that
they stick out
of your mouths
like some sort
of strange
alien entity
who is nowhere
near as interesting
as I’m making
you out to be…

remove it, for
just a single
second—a
moment, an
instant in time—
and you’ll find
it smells a lot
better, and it
feels a lot better
than the odd
narcissistic
pretzel shape
you were stuck in

then again—
maybe not…

and either way:
as a person,
a scientist, an
observer; as
a lover of the
desperate and
the unfortunate;
a connoisseur of
the strange and
an aficionado of
the bizarre, I
will be forced
to study you
regardless,
indefatigably;

…proceed.