I DON'T LIKE IT
I really don't like
The person I've become
A caricature
Angry old man
shaking his fist at clouds
The parts of me
That can still laugh
Fade ever quicker
What remains
Becomes unpalatable
I DON'T LIKE IT
I really don't like
The person I've become
A caricature
Angry old man
shaking his fist at clouds
The parts of me
That can still laugh
Fade ever quicker
What remains
Becomes unpalatable
UNTITLED 1926
It's just me and the cats
The feeding circus is complete
All four rest
With tummies full
My turn
Mini Flammkuchen
Air fryer
Whir whir whir
Pour a glass of cola
Comsume meds
And wait
Try to void my head
For a moment
Beep beep beep
My repast awaits
BLASPHEMY
My tummy rumbleth
So with a frown
Toast in toaster
Round side down
Gather ingredients
Set them 'round
Now I wait for it to brown
Partaken with a knife and fork
My open face sandwich
Of sweet and sour pork
#RoundSideDown #Blasphemy #PoultryCoroner
I, MONSTER
In my dreams
I'm as bad as they are
No. Worse
In my dreams
I would flat out hang
80 to 200 million Nazis
No questions asked
So many, many Nazis
No questions asked
CURSES
If curses were real
If I were capable
I would curse Puppyfucker
That he hears "pedophile"
When anyone says "president"
Everyone else hears it normal
He hears people greet him
As Mr Pedophile
He hears himself introduced:
The Pedophile of the United States
INDUSTRIOUSLY FUCKING OFF
Such an ignomious state
No assignments await
Air fried Picolinis in front of me
Quickly disappearing inside of me
The tea is old
Dump it into the sink
Refill cup with cola, cold
Take a little drink
Wander outside in the sun
And smoke a cigarette
Then
Click, bubble bubble, a pause, a cough
My work day descends into fucking off
QUARTER AFTER MIDNIGHT
Midnight kisses
Always come first
Always
Midnight bongs
Follow soon after
Sometimes they're delayed
Depending on how the kisses go
Sometimes
There's even midnight poetry
It's rarely any good
Anyway
Note to self
It's a new day
Try not to fuck it all to hell
ANOTHER DAYDREAM
Breakfast is done
Dessert is smoked, too
Synapses snapping
I'm thinking of you
Your feet tap tap tapping
The inside of my skull
As you dance
Bright coloured dancer
In mad tarantella
Arms waving wild
Steps helter skelter
Your feet tap tap tapping
The inside of my skull
As you dance
#PoultryCoroner π¦π¦π¦π
IMAGINATIONLAND
I'm imagining
Inappropriate things
Involving you
In my imagination
You like it
A lot
#PoultryCoroner
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π I know I repost this one a lot.
I blame you.
Scis quis sis.
FUCKING OFF: HOT, WET, AND NAKED
Tuesday afternoon
Nothing in the inbox.
Click, bubble bubble, a pause, a cough
My work day begins with fucking off
*sniffs pits*
I do believe it's time
Time
to rid myself of sludge and grime
Let soap and hot water spray
Wash funk and cares away
It's time to get squeaky clean
Squeaky squeaky
It's time
To get
Hot, wet, and naked
*does a horrible approximation of a Bump 'n' Grind, hobbling and lurching down the hallway, flinging clothing with abandon*
*stops at bathroom door, looks back over shoulder*
Squeaky