Soilent Green
Poor Soilent Green a cannibal with no arms and legs,
Living off birds and insects that venture too close.
All you want are friends to care about you...
Not spinning you around making you feel gross.
Sadness overcomes you but theres nothing to wipe the tears,
Even as a child no one understood you.
Abused through all your years,
At least you knew what you had to do.
You had to chew off your tongue and swallow it,
Gagging on the blood as it enters your tummy.
Rising to heavan only to discover,
That angels taste funny.
A poem by Roman Dirge
Living off birds and insects that venture too close.
All you want are friends to care about you...
Not spinning you around making you feel gross.
Sadness overcomes you but theres nothing to wipe the tears,
Even as a child no one understood you.
Abused through all your years,
At least you knew what you had to do.
You had to chew off your tongue and swallow it,
Gagging on the blood as it enters your tummy.
Rising to heavan only to discover,
That angels taste funny.
A poem by Roman Dirge