DAY of the GUPPY

Conceived by a process chaotic
Like guppies in a toxic stream
The plan was devishly erotic
An all to reachable dream

Just like the little guppies
Who race to stay alive
Conception is a massacre
And only I survive

I find myself in darkness
Floating within my tomb
Knowing I am destined
For a life of inner doom

And like that little guppy
Who has now become deformed
The violence of conception
Has brought me looks forlorn

So while the lonely guppy
Gouges out its eyes
My tomb begins to open
And I hear the violent cries

A brightness so aggressive
Is pulling at my feet
Through a suffocating hallway
Which smells so oddly sweet

The mixture of emotion
Within my naked flesh
Is hidden by the blood
So warm, so red, so fresh

And as the blinded guppy
Begins to slowly die
I hear my sobbing parents
Ask the doctor 'why?'

The doctor looks straight at me
And is appalled at what he sees
He says he can't find reason
For my mass deformities

I'm handed to my mother
Who then drops me on the floor
And like the happy guppy
I'm here on earth no more

So now I live in heaven
Or is it hell? I can't be sure
Or has eternity itself rejected
This disease without a cure