Guts

Disemboweled, the new beheaded
Extract entrails, floss fangs of
Amorous panthera leo
Fill in the blank
Protein strands
Former lives and longing
Complete the circle
A vicious cycle
Proclaim lies
'Cause truth will set you mad,
Universe don't fit mind.
I Am not Thee
Thou art not "He"
Catharsis gnaws at me
Don’t like “lord”
Feudal or futile
Namaste, have a nice day
Care tell porcupine? Her turn.
Merry-Go-Round,
Now, don’t fall down
Hands will bleed to catch you
Or pick you up by strings
Attached to wooden stakes
Picturesque, bodiless
 Crowns, do I blaspheme?
Running sapien theme
I have no guts
To plainly say
 All I really mean.