Sushi white, her eyes are glowing green
You fat disgusting bitch,
I'm a real mad man
I 've looked into thee eyes
And know that down the toilet bowl
All I can think of is food

A thousand Blue-jays & Ravens
Wake latent desire,
With love encrusted on its wings,
And fall back in it with
Sodden moor splashed sandals squelched
And so goes the process

Teeth shift in the east
Soon Christ will crush his head
Wearing hospitalities fake fur
Just something to take away the pain,
Did they cry? ?
But wasn't Hamlet tragic pig?
My misery crescendos at ill will
Thus I was born, gory and
All alone
Don’t leave my side.

Cento Poet

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-christ-there-is-no-east-or-west-or-right-or-l/