A fragrant strife of shit is boiling

It's sought to inure distortion of the mind

I'm tangled in this shit

My receptors have got to be minced

I'm forced not to think of the heinous inception

Stirring for dilation spastic for dysfunction

Motionless in a pile of fecal excrement

Detained and molded by its putridity

A surreal execration has inflicted nothing but an overdose