Like a nutrition-laden soup

 Get it out of your body, that thin white worm
Get out the invisible trace elements that have
Been there when your body and mind were weak. 
Make your teeth yellow with the perversion of it. 
Tweak your now until the future is a rotten head. 
Make it sing like a million demented demons 
Entering the hand of the unenlightened dunce. 
Patrol the galaxy, oh starry-eyed milk child, 
And witness that nothing more is left, than the hope
Of a single moment's graceless pixelated dance.
You who cannot tell the light of day from PC screen. 
Yea who have not the sense to know yourself.