Nonsense

The layers of output pulsating from organs call for seconds and thirds.

How big are their plates? Do they have the stomach to taste all of another?

After a while too much sugar makes everyone sick.

I wait for them to find ways of regurgitating me and then serve another layer. They choke, their faces turn red in anger and I wait for them to spew hate.

Still another layer is served. True surprise widens their pupils.

Love was the final peace.