Cysts

Imagine the shock of it
Cysts open sores
Pus filled it’s awful
Such evil scores
Very bad marks at the end of the day
Animals clearly starting to decay

Oozing green slime
A ridiculous state
Eating rancid it’s
One could berate
The awful condition
Off putting as hell
An inglorious look
And an inveterate smell

The stench of awfulness
A vile condition
Clearly the suffering
Where’s the petition
The decision to sell flesh
In such a poor state
Death is the consequence
Let’s contemplate

Festering maggots
An ugly rapport
Heaving with maggots influence
So sore
Wriggling masters
Chewing away
At the flesh to relish
And not want anymore