Do I want to eat creeping roaches?
Now that you mention it I do.
No matter what approaches
you can’t tell me a thing or two.
I’m mean. Beholden to the law.
The objects of my taste up-to-date.
My antics of brain in the maw
Constantly harden to circulate.
That’s not all. I feel invigorated.
The taste of the current drool.
Who’s to say what’s overrated?
Tongue and teeth consent to rule.
Even snapping at air I discover
all sorts of tastes on route.
Be they enemy, friend or lover
when I take a good dump I shout.