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By means most drastic,
The cut, the eradication, the stitch, the rend…
By this formulae known only to those secret
Academicians that have schooled for many years
In the Art of the Very Sharpe Knife

With their help, I have unleashed this demon
Where before my hunger ruled, now
Its hunger is the ruler of my fate

I ate.
Now, it eats at me.
The burning question…
When will it stop?
Or more precisely…
WILL it stop?

489…420…380…365…340…315…
Perhaps I might feel less fear if I followed
The Europeans…
…switch over to metric

It was necessary
At the time.
I’m no longer approaching mortality
At least not for the same reason as
The seven months past…

I am no longer truly a human.
I am a constructed species
Homosapien?
More like Halfmosapian.

In the end, the price always
Hits you like a brick.

Will the price be merely monetary?
Or will it exact a toll from my soul?
Then of course there’s the real question—
Will I even give a shit?

1/25/2006 12:54 AM