Missing Poem by King Happy

You can rip out
my teeth,
appendix
gallbladder and
spleen,
but never
take my spirit.

However,
there isn't much
left in here,
some remnants of
a wasted life

But wasted or not,
it was mine.

And in here
the ants parade
through vinegar
while slugs stroll
through salt-

A turtle is stuck on his back.

The souls I
have damned ride
roller coasters,
in this hellish
carnival
left inside.

If this exorcism
truly failed,

where did you
go?