All That Rots - Impaled

Wholly rotten, your body decayed

Your husk a decomposing organic sewer

Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced

Into a fustular mass of fertile manure

Liquid waste expelled

With a nauseating smell

Your innards have started to turn

The stink makes my sinuses burn

With intestinal fortitude I’m forced to digest

This purulent victual with which I’m obsessed

Greedily binging on glistening turds

As gristle and fat form globular curds

Pulsating liver is violently excised

Pureed, brewed, and mulled

A gustatory treat for the mentally ill

With which my senses are dulled

Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued

Infused with simmering gore

Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten

I’m quite a connoisseur

A foetid tapioca is prepared in your colon

Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus

A genital soufflé is concocted on the fly

Post-mortem nutriment of decomposing guts

Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste

A most refreshing aperitif

The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull

You’re repulsively rotten beyond belief