Spoon Fed
Get coddled
Take a bite
Grip my wrist
As tight
As you can
While I pry
Your mouth open
And plunge it in
Filled with nurture
Against nature
No resisistance
Strong enough
To resist the pull
On your closed maw
Or push away the wrist
And disobey
Woo me
Don’t lose me
Keep resisting anyway
Because the spoon’s coming
Feel the cold silver
Wrack your teeth
Let the cold feed
Slide down your tongue
Choo choo
Here comes the train
End of line
Don’t disobey
Consume Reality! 