Steel blades in a dark
hole.
Food gets smushed.
Put your fingers in;
flip the switch.
Bones crunch. Flesh
grinds.
Smiling pain teeth;
push harder.
Make rut nubs for
your private.
Lotsa blood down the
drain.
Deep breath:
on your knees now.
Soaking a paper
towel. Just for
fun.
Scotty Dogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pondering-the-disposal/
