I guess if I had to define this poem in a single word it would be: GOOFY. I obviously wrote this drunk... It is essentially just a simple rambling about how we will be our own demise.
i am the worlds greatest eater
not named steve
who has a word
in how he eats
and how it bleeds
medium rare
or just fresh
from the bone
the meat moos
it is delicious
it is selfish
for it to have lived
for such a time
for so long
when clearly it is
it belongs
in my stomach
in me
i am the top
and the chain will fall
because
because of me