You are an evil god construct
An artificial plastic doll
Blinking neon lights and vibrating parts
Mouthfuls of measly platitudes
Homely beyond everything else.

Such ugliness, such utilitarian, suits me,
The blackest of greediest pitch
Tarring me unfit for all else
And rending me soul to feet.

Twelve years I awaited thee,
And when you struck me
You hammered the stakes deep;
And now every taste of meat and drink
Reeks of indiscretion and dust
And now every hyperbole,
Is a commandment, a sin, and just.