I Am The Beast Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

sex sex sex the number of the beast
self replication north south west east
we are all monsters devour the flesh
each generation starting a fresh
eat eat you must consume your own
from virus insect reptile to the crown
orgasm and desire such an eloquent trick
to distract you from reality with every tick
wolf in sheep's clothing the flock will obey
eventually the predator must become the prey
kill kill programmed to survive
something must be sacrificed for you to be alive
feast on your ancestors but at the end of the day
the queen of this bacteria will have her way