Wasted By The Lands... which we created

The Netherworlds are located beyond
yonder hill, beside yonder McDonalds
A cesspool of morbid pantomimes dream darkly,
and wish a sudden gloom upon every well-being creature,
with no perception of a threshold comprehensible,
and rubber mallots perspire a wicked blood red
tinged- nay, tainted- with microscopic viral infections-
deadly, and not subtle either.

A cup is filled yet again,
and in it flows the spew of a mangly tapeworm.
Such a thing exists, and is drink'd by fellow men.
Paid for with a fair wage, with their meek, measly gain.
It so happens that this is not, in fact, considered
whereupon purchase a man merely thinks to himself (or herself)
that "there is a thirst that I must quench,
and be it some self-immolation."