The Nimis Adoration

This delightful stench

That lingers in the air

Assails my nostrils vehemently

With unmatched flair

My mouth is dry and my jaw begins to ache

The crowd jeers as my jowls begin to shake

Yet somehow I continue to chew and shovel even more inside

None shall sway my unrelenting stride

Ritualistic experience I must admit is quite unique

My outcome sadly most say remains bleak

The impressive mounds of sustenance

Upon which I must feast

Is far too much for any mortal beast

Sweat drips

Hands quake

As I cry

I regurgitate

And slowly blackout

Thе crowd explodes with curses and shouts

I come back to life and heave another load

Silently try not to explode

I seem to remember

This being fun

But now it seems

Like I am becoming no one

My ruptured cavity

Is nothing but a torn repository

A stretched sacrifice

For this crown I so adore

My teeth are exposed and my nostrils

Flared

It is hard to breathe but nobody cares

I tremble and my heartrate peaks

My vision narrows within their shrieks

But the end is at last in sight

So I lean in for the final bite

Partially masticated it slowly descends

Clogging my airways upon which my life depends

Clutching my gargantuan throat

It's the end to the one you call the goat

They continue to taunt as I fade away

The iconic one to whom they once prayed

Once they realize this isn't a hoax

They'll scatter as if I was a ghost