Watch your mouth, oh, oh, oh
Because your speech is slurred enough
That you just might swallow your tongue
I'm sure you'd want, want to give up the ghost
With just a little more poise than that...~*~
A high table set for two
Small talk held by glue
Out comes the waiters
Bon apetit! Here's supper
.
Veins popping in vanity
Pustules snap insanity
Optic nerves on my tea
Mouth tastes of saline IV
.
Your rancid sick words
Shoved down my throat
Falling fast, broiled cold
Pulsating tongues bloat
.
You would not sugarcoat
Though relentlessly gloat
My orifice dripping honey
Disgusting, sticky, runny
.
Now swallow your pride
An hors d'oeuvre to slide
Pushpins and rusty tacks
For appetisers and snacks
.
Gourmandise on your desire
Dreams roast on an open fire
Slime oozing from a cauldron
Seltzer fizzling, peptic solution
.
I'm salivating thickest ink
Blood rich on hungry lips
Coiled intestines unlinked
Lead taken in dainty sips
.
A heap, hell, shred of trust
Is all I ever asked, deserve
But you spat out more rust
And feed me more dessert
.
You force down fatty lies
And doses of pink poison
Plucked wings of dead flies
Acidic brew of pure emotion
.
I understand and I endure
Try to find medicinal cure
But despite meals so many
I'm still wasting away slowly
.
I'm sick of disgusting dinners
I'd rather starve than break fast
Like the last meal of a sinner
Lost in hunger and stones cast
.
Your dark overcooked words
Just taste severely bitter now
And your false presentations
Won't appeal to me somehow
.
A taste of your own brand of medicine
Right now, is what I'm highly craving
When my blood's already boiling over
Into scalding burns you won't recover
.
And when you choke on that black bile taste
Regurgitating fast that acrid foamy white paste
Well, don't you throw it up back to me, crying
Because dear, it's just rude, and highly unappetising.
~*~
Or was it God who chokes
In these situations, running late?
No, no, he called in
Prescribed pills, to offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take it a day at a time...
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake