I am that being
That refutes escapes
I ignite a wild darkness
On the once-sparkling mind
Shredding with teeth all prospects
Only leaving dependants in despair

Oh, yeah! I’m a glutton
That even feeds on dung heaps
Not shaken by a throw up
And ready to redo if necessary
That calls for applause, I guess

Call me a gourmand
My art of swallowing is exceptional
Ripe, unripe, plumpy or tinny
All these go visa-free down my gut
To find you ripen,
I shall call it my free advice
I don’t do lip service
Yes, you are the next!