Charger

The plug in my heart
And my joy is charging
When it reaches a hundred 
A woman blows a fuse 
Who is chopping me
like a leak into pieces
And throws in the soup 
She cooks for the house master
A house master with a cutting tongue
Before he chops me to smaller pieces 
Under his decaying teeth
Calling the woman who lives in the saucepan
And leans on the most broad-shouldered house
She combs her hair
And as she gives over her lips
I peel the skin off my lip
And throw it
Like a torn pair of knickers 
But again I hear 
The voice of a woman
Manlier than the house 

Don't you do it son of a bitch!
I have given birth here in the soup
My new born 
Like electricity 
Keeps going on and off 

Welcome my daughter 
To the world under the teeth
Welcome 

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