Maggots

MAGGOTS

Maggots on fire

Sprout from the bath chamber

Shielded by walls adorned with patches six inch fat

Slimy patches moisty mucous and sour foam

In post retirement dejection in bath chamber

Toilet soap sick of an overdose of oil

Finally resting in the tomb of the chamber

After a woeful defeat in a cleansing battle

Leave marks and patches, six inch thick

And I kiss you in shame

My chest to your dreaded walls of glamour, six inch thick

My groin to your lower abdomen

Eternally excreting perfumed greenish slimes

My head contest violation…

Who against who!

My next turn annuls all

Maggots on fire

Sprouting innumerably

Defying chemical weapons in renewed aerosol

And painful sacrifices

Now cleansing is annulled

Before the ritual nakedness

Water stills the foam of over-oiled soap

On mission against the maggots…

I lament with loud laughter… hurray for maggots