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Thirteen ways of looking at revolting septic gruel.

August 24, 2011 \am\31 11:20 am

Taking a load of trash to the dump in rural North Carolina after a week of 100-degree August weather, as related through the lyrics of the band Cannibal Corpse.

I.

smell of death in the air
what a rotting stench
my imagination runs wild
at what it could be

II.

a steel tub
overflowing of vile liquid
corrupt juices flowing

III.

gruesome change
to repellent appearance

IV.

maggots
beginning to feast
maggots

V.

flesh has now turned to gray
as the larvae gnaw away

VI.

revolting septic gruel
putrid slop

VII.

the gore enrages me

VIII.

doomed to carry the legacy

IX.

there is no end
to this cruelty

X.

what a sick odor

XI.

the pungent smell
of decaying innards
is enough
to drive you nuts

XII.

the wasteland still beckons
plodding toward the chasm

XIII.

into the boxes
go the bags
.


Lyric Sources: “Bloody Chunks,” “Acid Bath,” “Sickening Metamorphosis,” “A Skull Full of Maggots,” “Festering in the Crypt,” “Hung and Bled,” “Bloody Chunks,” “Under the Rotted Flesh,” “The Wretched Spawn,” “Buried in the Backyard,” “Mangled,” “Bloodlands,” “Disposal of the Body.”

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2 Comments
  1. August 24, 2011 \pm\31 2:56 pm 2:56 pm

    This is great.

    It reminds me of being in high school…we used to take the lyrics to CC songs, but play folkie acoustic guitar cords and sing in sweet voices.

    I can’t believe it never caught on.

  2. August 24, 2011 \pm\31 5:14 pm 5:14 pm

    i like this too.

    patrick, my ex and i would do something similar, but with sepultura or napalm death songs, except we’d sign them in ridiculous voices (he’d do kermit the frog, i’d do nondescript high-pitched squeaky girl thing)

    being from a bilingual family the other favorite game was to translate them into ridiculous spanish then sing them to the same tune though clearly it did not scan (i still do this in my head sometimes)

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