Poem: Womb Raider

Lara didn't realise that the treasure was inside her all along

Aren't i clever, I've written a verse

About a healthy being consigned to a hearse

The perspective is mine, from beyond the grave

To warn of the perilous path you pave

Isn't it shit, imprisoned in this womb

Oh fuck it, get real, let's call it a tomb

As my cunt of a vessel, my she never know peace

Is conspiring my murder, just days from release

The psychopathic fuck, with scalpel and tongs

Will pull me apart, in to where I belong

But I won't be whole, as the approved thesis

Is that I should enter this world in pieces

In a few years time, as a matter of fact

They'll let me enter the world with my limbs intact

Then wait a few weeks for tests to come back

And assign me defective, and throw me in the sack

Name unknown, marked dead on arrival

An immediate failure, in the game of survival

This realm can continue in its Satanic merger

And I'll end up in a fast food burger

Digested by children, who made it past go

The contents of their food, they'll never know

No longer a cliché, you are what you're eating

My god this dystopia takes some beating