Friday, August 9, 2013



Pop it in the pie hole
Chew the spiteful gristle
Swallow the salty tears,
Taste the sparkly spittle

Puff it up with pride
Whipped cream, like love, tells lies
Today's tasty disguise
Tomorrow's torment hides

While dreams of thinner things
Behind the gassy grins
Are shovelled in like Flynn
Safe and sound as sin

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