shut up

when i eat beef
i can't help but think of your face
the ugliness i feel in my gut
only comes up
when i think of you
after i eat beef

otherwise i am happy
and you don't enter my fucking mind
i think of cool shit
that makes me feel okay
your face doesn't enter my mind
i reserve it for my own private hell

i ponder
what that fucking means
but who gives a shit
because if i don't eat beef
it is a non-issue
(it is probably related to malnutrition though)