Cloacula: The Anthropophagic Copromantik

I need to die.
 All sensation has dulled in this life
 Low standards, sick delights
 Stale feces on my knife
 Now accustomed to scat
 Rich in taste and low in fat
 Daily regiment of fiber
 The longer the strands as anus clenches tighter
 I've gone insane
 I cannot be reasoned with
 Human feces i season with
 Morning eye crust and navel lint
 Bleeding submucosa
 Serosa breaks free from intestinal wall
 To arrive on my plate
 Or to lubricate when i anally mate
 Ingestion = taking of food in the mouth
 Masticate = mixing and churning aids in digestion
 Absorption = passage of nitrients into the blood and lymph
 Defecation = finally something I'll eat
 Salivate, intake - digest, dilate - defecate, ingest again
 In all my studies of physiological psychology
 One thing is apparent - no thought is unnatural
 Such as eating feces, or killing yourself or someone else
 Love will always hurt, fortunately, mine comes in squirts
 Anus to anus - I've affixed a pipe between us
 A t-joint complete with hose to a mask covering mouth and nose
 To master the monroe transfer
 No amateur - I've covered all parameters
 Of goddamned anthropophagic copromania
 A taste for bacteria
 And undigested epithelia
 Hepatitis delight
 Coprophelic demise
 Copromantik. Anthropophagic. Coprpheliac. Pathomaniac.