I pile in final bread crusts on so-called
organic produce, incidental hairs
from dogs, one minute rice, some meat that falls
picked up and reinserted by a pair of
lickspittle fingers, rotten hops, a greasy
download of fingernail clippings, balled-up foil
wrappers stuffing in, pressing nature's salty-
scented household cleaners past teeth oiled
by all four digits and a thumb. Food
is packaging in stores, commodified
crude oil & transubstantiated wood
on church recycle plates, while all inside
commune from lips to toilet, meekly paying
while shitting someone's dinner down the drain.
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