Vomit God #29: Fulcrum of the Daye

VOMIT GOD SPEAKS


Amid the neon lit trash alleys,
Carpeted with waste
Lurks an enlightened shadow,
With very poor dress code taste.

Our trash is his treasure,
He molds it like clay,
And wears it like clothing,
Mister Fulcrum of the Daye.

Sitting with his radiation tube,
Soaking his wounds with the news,
He ponders what he has seen,
While pounding down his booze.

Why is he a Fulcrum?
None may never know,
But he has seen the truth,
Seven years ago.

Wallowing in our filth,
His daily tasks complete,
He saw a sight before him,
None before could compete.

It appeared as an anchor,
Then a rake gathering dirt.
It moved like no other,
Perhaps his eyes might've hurt.

It had two human faces,
And two bent skis for legs,
It groaned, expecting pity,
And smelt like rotten eggs.

One mouth opened wide,
In a voice, high and sweet:
"for whom do we have the pleasure,
dear sir, who we meet"

Fulcrum's eyes watered with fear,
His spine was full of chills,
His shaking mouth then opened:
"please sir, me, do not kill."

The thing then laughed and quivered,
And pulled out a videotape,
"watch this and be enlightened,
but don't watch it too late"

The thing then disappeared

Fulcrum sat on his couch,
Looking at the cassette,
"this will have the answers,
it's a mystery, i bet"

Fulcrum watched the tape,
And then began to laugh,
"boy this is bullshit" he thought
"a load of fucking crap"

On the screen was a family,
Eating holiday dinner,
They poured food on food,
They weren't getting any thinner.

Here's what else Fulcrum Saw:
-A game of baseball
-a duck billed platypus
-His job

Now he is enlightened, and laughs a lot.