May bathtubs overflow 
with your pork
like milky pools
of homogenized grease

Chamber pots of your rice
I would gladly eat 
weep for the pretense
of stance and feet

1000 Caucasian carnivores 
watch as you play
your blood, toes, and hair
The ring in what you stay

It might not be you
the worlds a ring
a change in direction
Is a wonderful thing