The Omnivorous Diet | a diet

Down in the dank cave with blood in my mouth I gave myself a haircut and licked the floor clean of the clippings. I ate up the floor then munched on finger-long steel nails I picked out of my feet and even chewed on my own heart. Dug a burrow with my mouth that I may taste liver wrapped in entrails, spit-roasted. They never quite let me know what I did wrong, but I ate that too. Stalactite shadows always had something to tell me and I responded with dissertations served à la carte. I ate up industrial tobacco and my own boogers. I grew boils and ate my fingertips bloody. I ate chicken and rice on a strict regimen but also glass and plastic. Like a mushroom I ate everything and became it. I ate a guitar. Then me and my beard crawled up into the rain. My flag was musty towels and tabloid bits and I laughed and laughed (!)

Soon as I had turned my back they closed their doors to me. Long after hours where the wounds get licked I listened to the man with the rotten tooth rhapsodize. I ate everything you fed me and I will now eat you.