Sausage Biscuit

They’re all going to laugh at you
They’re all going to hate you
They’ll take your past in their talons
and chew it up like the brittle paper it is.

But as they chew, their eyes will come alight
with ecstacy, the bursts of taste shooting off
in their tongues, like bombs eroding their arguments’
justification.

If they really are going to laugh at me,
I’ll cut my ears from my head so I can witness
their unprincipled jaws slack on the ground.