PROFIT SEA
by Williem Mactingle

Once I was a prophet
And I lived in a waste dump
A medical waste dump

One day I tripped in a catarrh puddle
And fell head-first in a syringe pile
And got stung by the syringe pile

The infected fluids squirted throw the needle
And sprung under the skin of my eyelid
And I saw prophecies from under my eyelid

Because the infection gave me super powers
And I could read the future in goat droppings
Because the future was just... goat droppings