Sloppy Regression

Sugarcoated artificial dye
swamped with preservatives
to keep the chemical colorants
from fading out
before the box is opened
and the plastic bag
is torn to taste
a feast certainly not fit
for a king.

Shit, slime such as this
wouldn’t even be proper
to feed a starving dog,
yet a species in free fall regression
slurps it down
as if it were going out of style.

Enter the hormonal flux
coupled with glands
stressed past their limit.

Enter insomnia nightmares
maddening the neurons
through sleepless nights of terror.

Enter the migraine torture
twisting damaged cells
with cancerous intentions.

Enter radiation therapy
zapping what’s left
of formerly healthy tissue.

Enter the last stage diagnosis
from the clueless oncologists
whose tongues spit up a terminal conclusion.

Enter the fat pay check
deposited in a sleazy account
to silence all concerns from the masses.

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