I Ate Myself And I Want To Die

I was born with a body that works and a mind that works to destroy it
It’s easy being alive, it’s hard to enjoy it
I would like to recycle myself like a snake does
Only I’d crawl inside, instead of out
My mouth could dispose of all the evidence
I’d make up for all I’ve wasted
I’d place my bets against the past
But first I’d say grace
And it would go like this:
«Thank you for giving me hands, thanks you for giving me feet
And teeth, to eat Me.»
I’d ingest every pound of my flesh until I really was just an asshole
Then I’d shit gold, and you could mold me like plaster
Into a six foot tall 200 pound gold dick found that ejaculates laughter
And you could place me up on a hillside in a pasture
And the cows would be blissfully ignorant of this whole disaster
And we could all live happily ever after
But I was born with a body that works and a mind that works to destroy it
It’s easy being alive, why’s it have to be so fucking hard to enjoy it?
What the fuck?