I'll take sorrow with my fries
Loneliness with chicken thighs
Mix my anger with the beans
Screams along with cooked sardines
Add the shame to all the fruit
Boil grief beside beat root
Guilt pairs well with ground-up beef
Top fear with a parsley leaf
Spice regret with chopped-up thyme
Stir the envy in with lime
Bake the stress into my cake
Blend the nerves in a milk-shake
Roast the doubt close to the lamb
Brokenness can sear the spam
Steam the dread beside the clams
Spread the worry with the jams
Grate disgust in with the cheese
Blanch contempt right next to peas
Fold apathy into the dough
Pour depression on fresh snow
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If my stomach hurts it's fine
This inner pain's a game of mine
'Cause if I eat it it's not real
And there's just good things to feel
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
