Lizzy-monsters will rule the planet and reclaim Adam's ribless bullshit.

Oh god's child
you sing so sweet
but my hearing is sour.
I kind of wish you'd just shut up.
please plug up your holes and
blow up.

then when your extremities fly
I will catch one
then I will find another
and I will reattach them to my rib cage.

I will be the four-armed-Lizzy-monster.
I will reclaim Adam's ribless bullshit.
and I will eat only Omega-3s
I will supplement with vitamins.
I will not care when jaundice comes
I will not care for hyponutremia
or malutrition.

Watered-down organic systems
is what we are
we are.

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