Instinct

Find the weakest baboon
A baboon dressed in a blue dress
Writers of bolder sense
When will the flowers spring from my chest?
Passive extrovert, red inside and out
Digs sprung in Nashua creeps like ivy
Surprising me at first, but fruit wilts and sets in
My own fear is excesses aegis
Protects me from growing as my body ages
Bested by the flies that swarm to smell and lack of movement
I present myself, and I'll swallow my surety

And I won't admit it
So we best forget
And I won't admit it
So we best forget

I have a habit of pulling flowers from the bush
Plucking off the petals one by one
And then chewing off the thorns and swallowing them whole
Wincing as they graze my throat
Without at all recognising why I swallowed them whole

And I won't admit it
So we best forget
And I won't admit it
So we best forget

I gnaw and I spill my own flesh
Razor sharp pinpricks of one
Fill my head and coalesce
Drunk and stupid mess
Ingest and reflect
The frailty of my lust and weakness
I gnaw and I spill my own flesh
Razor sharp pinpricks of one
Fill my head and coalesce
Drunk and stupid mess
Ingest and reflect
The frailty of my lust and weakness