The Rot of Disorder in The Human Heart

Corroding fodder for the cannibals, a fifteen minute disaster,
Begging on your knees, whored for all to see.

Caught somewhere between dirt and mediocrity.

You might think you're waving, everyone knows your drowning.
Shameless, soulless, anything to sell your name.

A malformed parody of dignity, diseased wreckage in prose.
This broken image of self-respect, your skin-deep levels exposed.