Feed Me or Fuck Off

Feed Me or Fuck Off

Feed me or fuck off
that is the deal from here on out
if you are not bringing something to chew on
keep my fucking name
out of your mouth

I am done starving
while I clap for people
who never miss a feast
I am the sin at the table now
and I am done with remorse

I want everything
they said was “too much”
in one filthy screaming plate

Pile sex
sugar
sleep
power
praise
let it slip off the edge of the table
shove it in my face
and call it fate

Spent years being the good one
saying “no thanks, I am fine”
while my veins howled
like a broken siren in a pen

Now I am done pretending
I do not want this shit
I am done swallowing guilt
I am done playing saint

I want the last slice
the last sip
the last word
the last body crawling into my bed
at 3 a.m.
just to see if I am still awake

I want all of it
every goddamn thing
that makes my pulse shake

You can call me selfish
while you hoard your own quiet stash
of vices you just happen to hide
better than me

At least when I say
I am a greedy bastard
I mean it
I am not dressing it up
as “living clean” on TV

I know it is ugly
I know it is loud
but this beast never learned polite
it just learned how to bow
now it stands up

I will take your compliments
your orgasms
your spare change
your spotlight
your fries
your side of the bed

I will chew through every
“you should be grateful”
you ever spat into my head

You want to call me a black hole
fine
I will be the black hole
swallowing your judgment
and your god complex whole

You only hate me
because I am honest
about the hunger
chewing through my soul

You preached about balance
while you binged on control
you fasted from pleasure
while you gorged on being the victim

I stopped buying your holy diet
and started eating what I need
your problem is not my appetite
it is that I do not bleed
when you call me greed

I will burn out
sure
but between now and the crash
I will empty every plate
that ever passed me by

And I will not share
my stash