Hayden Jae
Hayden Jae
Jan 20, 2016

Yellow congregation
Discusses their front lines
Lawn mower arrives

#weeds   #lawn   #chop   #dandelions   #mower  
RH 78
RH 78
Feb 12, 2015

Slice me and dice me but please dont add salt!

#cut   #knife   #slice   #chop   #dice  
Mar 3, 2013

I peeled a cucumber
today, I thought that
you might be proud
I am not so scared of
knives even when you
are not around

(c) Brooke Otto
a maki
a maki
Oct 8, 2013

poignant and pointing
this is what you will be
second inward from the left
free, you will see

well rounded and fresh
garnished with a ring
growing openly
soon, you will be

Jan 5, 2013

Murdering is an art!
It takes caution, skill, and smarts.
It also takes a weapon.
In the case of murdering, you can say...
that technically a human murders every day,
may not be of it's own kind, but...
we kill other living things every single day.
Do we see them?
No, maybe, possibly, I don't know. Do you?

I am...
Jack the Ripper!
I murder prostitutes,
women who defile their bodies by
showing off their breasts and bellies...
and innards...to lost men.
I don't know why I kill this specific kind of pray...
but I do...And I know its fun teasing the media.
Maybe I should start murdering the men too...
Sneak into the room while their...going about their business...
...Never mind...That's a nasty thought...
Murderers care about that kind of thing too, you know?

They do not cry.
They don't have time to cry.
They do not scream.
They do not have time to scream.

I slice their throat first,
which means I win from the start.
Then...Save for my third,
I drag their innards around their bodies
like...fuzzy neck boas.
I take no souvenirs...It would cause a havoc...
A havoc I prefer not to have...

And laugh!
And laugh!
And laugh!

© 2012 Melody

Peel, peel, chop, chop!
Sukanya Sinha Roy

He stands in a makeshift kitchen,
by the roadside every morning,
Determined, unshaven and shirtless,
dagger in hand,
a tray of onions in front of him.

Paid by numbers by the hour,
hired by someone a wee bit less poor than him,
His knife hitting the chopping board
and adding a beat to the march of progress .

A rhythm to the stride of a herd of people,
dancing towards so-called newer heights,
Driven by the expertise of an elite handful
who make the rules, systematically deciding
who peels the onions and who cleans the loo.

Waiting to be peeled and chopped,
waiting to be counted and weighed,
Peel, peel, chop, chop!
Waiting to be popped into a tray
lost in the crowd of more chopped existences.

Not my real tears, he assures himself,
Thankful to be able to cry
behind the garb of onion-tears,
Having  lost the freedom
to even own his pain.

But why does he need to weep at all?
we ask, puzzled,
Aren’t we climbing the grid of development?
Haven’t we honoured him enough?
By bestowing on him,
the coveted title of The Onion Chopper?

Poetic T
Poetic T
Oct 5, 2014

Little Bow Peep
Told everyone she had lost her
And didnt know where to
"Find them"
She had slaughtered them
All of them for
Kebab meat
And sold the wool to china,
Told no one of the secret
She so secretly did keep,
To why the  sheep had gone missing
Killing any and all from finding.
She was a
And had a fetish obsession of the sheep,
She was meant to looking after.
Peep Merrily nailed each and
Everyone of them,
More like half a dozen times,
Sometimes cuddled up with
Her dick still inside them.
So when eating
With chips, if tasting a little salty,
Then Little Bow Peep
Had slept with that sheep
And ejaculated inside them.

Didn't like how they worded or the structure so rewriting them..
#sheep   #bow   #peep   #chick   #dick   #meat   #kebab   #chop  
Chop at my heart
Emily Madeira
Jul 24, 2010

These lumberjack
Chop at my heart
I trust them
Though it's not smart
They cut me
Through and through
Who I am
I wish I knew

Kopter Zero
Kopter Zero
Mar 12, 2014

Ah! What brilliant light! What color! My dear,
You must give me one of those bright
Rocks, it will do well for cutting; It
Chops so well when hit repeatedly, I
Don't miss my knife anymore.

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