Philosophical

The ball exists before you define it.
You instinctively recognize it.
Understanding of the ball redefines it,
Though you hyperbolize clarity into explanation.
You stand on the shoulders of definition
To assert the reason for its existence,
Though it is your instinct that told you.

I want to know that you are going into this rot
Both spoiled eyes open.
Tell me now of your putrid gash boiling!
Now smack that rancid wound bubbling piss!
I want you to bat that craterous wound with feces.

Have you taken a close look at its sinister contours?
Will it make it worse if it had a pungent smell?
Though the gapped trap opens up for uttering much litany,
A crack in your wicked skull allows for much hypocrisy.

Your rancor dies so easily when you are opened up,
Smallest of little things, you lacerate too easily.
You drag yourself around like at the stark ocean floor,
Far bellow the belly of the reeking leviathan,
Your septic fear draining around like repugnant foam.

The Repugnant Foam