My stomach
is dressed in feet
and a skull full of brain

Together, entities like those
cater for the King's supper
and the beggar's crumbs,
while God disappears
with the human genome in a timble,
and a mouthful of nuclear warheads,
while we munch like pigs in a pigsty,
for, like Bertolt Brecht and Kurt Weill explain:

“Erst kommt das Freßen, dann kommt die Moral”