Pudding

Adipose monster suit
Gaiman’s otherfather
Growing quiet right into my flesh
Trying to bubble over
Sinks it’s tiny little claws in
Sloshing weighty when I wander
And the only way to shake it loose
Is to let yourself grow hollow
On the inside
Crush your pride
Kill your pleasure
Feel deprived?
that’s setting you’d expect
When you decide
To self debride
Alien life clinging to you
Claiming that they’re your new limbs
Say they'll help you when you're starved and
‘gainst the bitter winter winds
But its a trap, man, they're a burden
They won’t integrate with nerves and
In the case of my starvation it'd be better to be light
To be able to be fruitful
I need to run and work and fight.
The trouble with those beasties is,
we've got a trade agreement
I can't avoid them but
the more we touch
The more they own my meat suit.