The
dispersed horde licks fat arses
wherever
they make it going round
lost
with the milk of the kindness
gurgling
in their throat when
scatterbrained,
they swoop on the prey
thus
the body of the horde throws
to the
surface all sorts of projects,
of
calculations, frustrations and
tricks
and from all sides the iniquity
stretches
out a whore’s wrinkled
filthy
ass towards them. The cannibal’s
lusts
they say it’s good, it’s good to crawl
on your
elbows and knees but at least
you
should breathe, foaming at the mouth.
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