Asshat Madness
A poem inspired by Hieronymus Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights
The more I protest
At your swallowing me whole
- My hands, my head,
pressed in vain against your gag reflex -
I feel the push of swallows’ beaks
fleeing out through my ass cheeks.
Your asshat cauldron
A jaunty jest
at the soup of my life
Which you gobble down so easily from your golden chairs
Turn your feet to pots of gold
and kick us in the head
Let us strive for them on bleeding knees.
Greedy knees you say
while gorging on my brain
Play me another tune
The notes I wrote across your buttocks will do.


Don't mind me just trying to find a way to get swallowed by this artwork and poem... it's wild and visceral, beautiful and chaotic 💚 loads of love!!