Juliet Cook

The Egg Price Is Out of Control

He blames it on you for disrupting his convoluted flow

by not completely agreeing with him,

by not cracking and flushing your own ugly

broken shells down the drain until he decides

to pluck out the yolk, name it, batter it,

shove it wherever the hell he wants to.

 

Until then, you're a grotesque mini-chicken ejaculating gore.

Whorish bleeding as it gives birth to an even tinier chicken.

Innards aborting the itty bitty pieces of breast meat.

Distorting the doll house dining room table with oozing substances

from gross bodily orifices repeatedly gagging in his face.

Filthy bits of chicken feed are enlarging inside

the radiator while the lady stomps and smiles.

She sings about heaven and another head falls off,

lands in a giant vat filled with processed red food coloring.

Our heads sink down and drown inside a mangled portal.

Get stuck within massive monopolized membranes, soon to be human balut.

False God in a Festival of Destructive Rats 

You are a human rat

with a long narcissistic tail

streaked with feral cat shit.

Stained teeth cracking into

hollowed out rodent factories.

The next one who doesn't see it

your way will be eaten alive. Head

shoved inside your giant rat taco bell

seasoning mix. Thin bread ripped apart.

The latest firing behooves you and your

satanic hooves ablaze with hate.

Your definition of success is rat shit

crazy and not nearly as intelligent

as actual rats.  Your carpetbag rat

will rat out every so-called friend

and you will do anything to rat-a-tat-tat

your evil self into more power, money,

fame. Gain the latest rat-o-sphere of fake

rat followers.  Even though your system of poison

rat droppings is meant to infiltrate and destroy

everyone else's space, place, and freedom

as you spew rat diarrhea behind the back

then in everyone's faces. As you act more

like an angry shit-faced sex trafficker,

covering up every red light with shit.

What if it's the kind of sticky shit

that doesn't go all the way down the drain?

What if we shove your rat head in the toilet

and make you swallow your own shit?

Maybe we're all just a festival of rats

but the only false god complex carnival

leader I want to destroy is you.  

If you force yourself into the holes

in my wall, I will bite off your head,

spit it into a dirty bowl. Watch it ruin

the bathroom, the bedroom, the home,

the neighborhood, the state, the world.