avatarJosh Lonsdale

Summary

The text describes a gruesome scenario where a character known as Mr. Clean is implicated in dismemberment and organ trafficking.

Abstract

In an unnamed city, a man is found in the jungle with his spleen removed, and the precision of the excision suggests the involvement of Mr. Clean. The narrative continues with the discovery of various body parts in unusual places, such as arms in a latrine and a queen's headless crown, all bearing the hallmarks of Mr. Clean's grisly work. The text implies that Mr. Clean is methodical, with a stitched smile on the victims that hints at a macabre sense of humor. The poem warns readers to safeguard their organs, as Mr. Clean is punctual and ruthless in his pursuit of fortune, using extortion and the black market to profit from human body parts. The poem concludes with a dark twist, suggesting that the trade of human organs is akin to a trendy weight loss strategy.

Opinions

  • The author, Josh Lonsdale, conveys a sense of horror and dark humor through the character of Mr. Clean, who is depicted as a meticulous and sinister figure in the organ trade.
  • There is a clear condemnation of the illegal organ trade, portraying it as a violent and exploitative industry.
  • The poem suggests that the victims may have unwittingly agreed to organ donation, which is then abused by Mr. Clean for profit.
  • The text reflects a cynical view of human nature, where even the most intimate parts of a person can be commodified and sold to the highest bidder.
  • The mention of a "dinner plate" and "fad diet" introduces a satirical element, criticizing society's obsession with appearance and weight loss at the expense of ethics and humanity.

Down in the city where no one’s ever seen

there’s a man in the jungle missing half his spleen,

doctor’s never seen meat cut so lean,

looks to be the handiwork of Mr. Clean.

There’s arms floating in the soldier’s latrine,

the crown of the head’s missing from the queen,

a laced line ‘round the skull forms a seam;

a stitched up smile grinnin’ something obscene,

looks to be the handiwork of Mr. Clean.

Keep an eye on your organs and check their expiry date

for when it comes to his fortune, Mr. Clean’s never late.

Your insides will make orphans you agreed to donate.

When it comes to extortion, Mr. Clean’s never late,

your internal portions always end up on his plate,

if your parts are sold at auction then it’s a dinner date;

the latest fad diet to quickly lose some weight!

© Josh Lonsdale, 2020

Poetry
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Food
Death
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