Peter Broderick
Human Eyeballs On Toast
Feathers and a cage too smallChemicals that make us tallToo fast, too fastAll my friends look the sameAll of us feel the same painAlways painAll official sunlight herePerfectly calibrated hereAnd it feels wrongSo every time I see a manI dream about his face in a frying panHuman eyeballs on toastBut when they sear off my beakI realize just how weakWe are, we areAnd if I had a bigger brainI'd surely find a way to take my own lifeI'd end it all right hereBefore my meat is how they want itMmhmmBut that might be the only part of my body That you haven't tried to changeMy alter life is the worst miracleMy peanut can't imagine
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