Pica

I wanna mouth fulla smooth river stones

so’s I can chomp up sticks an pine needles

I wanna bowla sweet yeller paint flakes in D fortified milk

I got a oral fixation, Jesus  was a Jujube and I cannibalize

everbody’s worst idears an I think maybe I wanna drink

up the ocean till nothing  but desert’s left

an when my teeth are all fell outta

my head I ain’t gonna worry me none

I’m gonna just keep on eating whatever anbody

put in fronta me, gum it up like a earthworm

like chew up dirt til I make a hole in the ground

what people can squat over the open mouth

an you know what happen next anyway

won’t trouble me none cause I wanna devour

the moon an a planet an some comets

an like little people lemmings to jump

over my throat cliff and go rattlin down below

real loud and maybe they even keep talkin

down there with their “eat this, eat that”

an I guess that’s why I need to like chew

my way through the walls, swallow a escape hole

an maybe the drywall an cement can trickle

down my gullet grave an bury them all

dead or alive til all that tellin finally stops