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Inspired by the movie, Jeepers Creepers, and by those twisted artists who use body parts in art



I wonder
then
if
that is
why
I chain you
up
and steal your
eyes?
I really need
all
that you
are,
become for
me
a rich bazaar.
Give me your
lungs
to help me
breathe,
I’ll prise them
out
with gentle
ease.
Relinquish that:
a Roman
nose
and how
about a pair of
those:
kidneys are they?
Nicely done!
Your legs as
well,
now you won’t
run.
I’ll have your
ears
to help me
hear,
I’ll take your
tongue also, no
fear!
I’m sure it will
assist me
when
I need to share the
taste of
men.
Now let me
have
your shrinking
breasts,
I’m sorry if
the flesh
protests.
Now let us
see,
what else is
left:
the brain will
help me work
things out
without recourse to
what’s passed on,
no time for dead
tradition.
How about your
pancreas?
(I’ll draw
the line at your
fat
arse);
give me your
teeth, yes
two by
two,
they’ll help me
when
I want to
chew.
To finish off
I’ll take your
heart,
there’s not much
left:
a work of ART!

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