Spit it Out

They will sniff you out
With savage detection
To lay claim over your autonomy
And feed their gluttonous intentions
They will chew and suck you dry
Within an inch of your life
You don’t have to let them
You don’t have to lay down and let them
Is there anybody there
Who’s willing to look them in the eyes

It’s not that you failed to fit
Into a working order
It’s that the order was devised to fail you
It’s digestion only to the end of regurgitation
You are not a hair out of place
You’re right where they want you
Buckled beneath their crushing weight
Clawing for a piece of what they stole
As they shove it down your throat
Perpetuating the unending feed
Your own gristle stuck in your teeth