Black Meat

Cut, cut, cut, cut it all out,

Scalpel is hot n handy so let us cut n don't shout.

Black dead meat it all needs cutting right out,

N I do it myself coz no TVT are ever about.

I cut black flesh in my leg and it doesn't even hurt,

Black dead meat from the lymphedema is slimy black dirt.

Cutting away at my own body it really is absurd,

But I really love cutting myself does that make me a burk?

So I cut with care and don't even bleed anywhere,

Coz if I cut too deep I will hit a live nerve n curse n swear.

A little off the top is what John told me in hospital care,

And it's not like I can go in for it so I cut in despair.

Am I fucked up for cutting myself, am I doing self-harm?

Or am I saving taxpayers money by using my own arms?

The NHS is broken and no one will come to me calm,

So I cut n cut n cut n til the black is gone, n I feel no alarm.

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