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 The 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