Mother Infirmity

Each aggrandized yet loathsome life
Is called sacred in your mouths
Each crawling worm is worthy deeed
And every barren mind

Each life in death crawling
In frailty and idle flesh
An existence like unto the rat
Whose meat is other rats

Mother pity, vile, great deceiver
And wolfish governess to the other rats
Mother infirmity
How beautiful and sweet
This burden to fools

Mother infirmity

The strong mind for the crippled one
Of strong be the right word
Enlarding a fat already sickness
The strong hand for the crippled wrist
That feebly grasps its crown
To bow before a weakling child

The open door that invites and tempts
These rats at it to pick
Who glory every hideous disease

Upon whom it is impossible to pour
Too much contempt
All worthless fucking vermin scum
Scum!
Scum!