Victoria the Vivisectionist

Vestige ragged remnant, body form useless to you
Rudy's rudimentary organs too much time too little want,
married man's penis vestigial no sex life with wife,

You take the path of least empathy and increased entropy,
vivisectionist pressure eased "harmful appendage", this your sick adage,
appendix intestine clandestine like Apteryx wings,
taken out of context is textbook serial psycopath, you killed the caged bird that sings

Vestige offer no vantage point like grandad's vile vulpine ears so it disappeared,
well i gave you my heart like pumping treasure,
your scalpel took its measure your chill took the rest and ripped it out my chest

You junk my DNA and exact my arms and legs,
subtract my emotional tract and thats a fact

Degenerate degrades degenerate kinds from knife's point of view, its precision persecutes and executes in full

The penguin on pins and needles walks,
his beak pricks ballon of flight but its alright,
he finds in water his bouy

By degree you boil your toads,
the ostrich wing wound stitched,
by detriment damaged and left stunted stubs,
all just a stunt for your class

Blunt object, blunt discretion blatant lack of compassion,
assasin by passion, you left ark of lamarck razed and ravaged,
the descent of man is complete

You utterly aborted our precious moment, utterly abhorrent,
the docent of death unearthed freudian demons that took my last breath

Extraction emancipation my obsession, extirpation from your sinister persuasion,
I risk my wrists and morphological real estate
go ahead, carve my flanks into steaks,
take a break and exact my testicles then sever toes from the horse

Cut the ratite rare and make the nerd flightless, useless
like eyes of the axolotl, and those of the cave fish
I wish for sight severely
Go ahead slander my anatomy
the python's path lined with pylons crawled on his pelvic pegs as if former walking legs,
the amphisbaenian lost his right lung, gained the wrong song

The ileum colonel in his dungeon like colon corrodes with chains,
tailbone disease borne no more since we stepped into the pliocene,
goosebumps stress and raise my reflex of imaginary hair when scared,
butI'm prepared

I'll close my eyes to hide from burning light,
but you dear are blind