The Mole Man

Grave bunnies.
I’m Eating centipedes
And chewing on roots
Like a dog eating bones.
Breathing in the cold dank air
It reeks of soil
Claustrophobic in the darkness
I would drink my own piss
To put down this spider
But my crusty lips
And my dried out tongue
Envies the bliss of a toxic mishap.
I don’t know where I started
Before I lived beneath the ground
But if they ever get me out of here
I’ll karate chop the earth in half
And blow out the sun

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