QUOTE : This is what you changed me to:<br />a greypink vegetable with slug<br />eyes, buttock<br />incarnate, spreading like a slow turnip,<br /><br />a skin you stuff so you may feed<br />in your turn, a stinking wart<br />of flesh, a large tuber<br />of blood which munches<br />and bloats. Very well then. Meanwhile<br /><br />I have the sky, which is only half<br />caged, I have my weed corners,<br />I keep myself busy, singing<br />my song of roots and noses,<br /><br />my song of dung. Madame,<br />this song offends you, these grunts<br />which you find oppressively sexual,<br />mistaking simple greed for lust.<br /><br />I am yours. If you feed me garbage,<br />I will sing a song of garbage.<br />This is a hymn.