Sweet viscous syrup
Drip down and drown me
Running down my fingers despair leaves me
The stench of coca drowns out your petty excuses
The sweet confections you made me are failures
“I can never use this”
I said I said
You screamed out
It's dripping down my fingers, the parts of me that you threw up
You chew and naw. There's no end to your appetite!
You threw me up without a fight
The sweet syrup like sickly medicine
I drown you out with the fresh vanilla
You find that I can punish your sin
I can take back the butter and eggs you stole from me
You screamed out
It's dripping down my fingers, the parts of me that you threw up
You chew and naw. And you cry
I begin to find
There's no end to your appetite!
Butter eggs and a whole lot of noise
The screams of yours are drowned out with the oil
Sweet viscous syrups run down
Erasing any hope
Left for me
You puke them out and I laugh
I rest the remains of you in the foil
You screamed out
It's dripping down my fingers, the parts of me that you threw up
It's dripping down
My dead hopes and dreams
You chew and naw. And you cry
I begin to cry
The bitter syrup runs into the batter
There's no end to my appetite
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Poetry Attempts
PoetryA small collection of the excuses I call poetry. I'm not a poet but if you need a light read, here you go
