Spit in my face, I taste the chrome—
your venom’s my vitamin, makes the hollow bones glow.
Kick my ribs like a kick drum, leave the tempo in bruise-blue,
I’ll sample every fracture, drop a chorus of screw-you.
Hate me in hi-def, 4K disgust,
I loop it, I lick it, turn cruelty to crust-punk dust.
Drown me in blacklight, I phosphoresce—
every glob of your spit spells YES across my collapsed chest.