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Annie Medosch Mar 2018
when i’m feeling kinda sick, i fill my stomach with some ****

when i’m feeling kinda down, i eats lots of chocolate brown

when I wanna **** myself, I go raid the pantry shelf

when I’m feeling all alone, I buy fancy toblerone
i wrote this a year ago
Annie Medosch Mar 2015
Tear off pink leaves
Lining silver spears of fruit
That hang to be
Pressed, beaten, ******
Turned Yummy into
Zorb’s first taste of
Magnetic hazy swirls, pulp
Floats to the surface and
Reflecting in the juice,
Contained in the grainy, clear
Plastic cup, is the fluorescent apron
Of his purple hued waitress
DO NOT spill that platter of
Warm Grabtov Cakes
Chef Remi hollers
Sporf Sprinkles, Cremb Crumbs, Pinch of Flour
Sector 02 harvest labor wages inflating
Simultaneously as these stomach do
French pressed black dust
With Tulken cream fresh from the
Open void of Farmer Joe’s glowing lime cloud fields
Stop in
Galactic highway quasar X68G
A diner stop on route to EGS-zs8-1
Spiriling towards vacation,
the silken lava beaches
of blackhole and distant quasar ULAS
Filling the infinite time
With Coffee and Cake
the silliest poem ive ever written
Annie Medosch Jul 2013
the slip of hand
that costs so much
a serrated knife
while making lunch
a pool of blood
seemingly ******
just cutting bread
in response to hunger
I never meant to cut you off
a sandwich for a hand
is the worst tradeoff
Annie Medosch Jul 2013
write a poem
write a song
let the words drip from your pen
one by one.
splish splosh
the words soon make,
drip drop
a beautiful lake.
paddle down and see the view
its something special
and something new
Annie Medosch Jul 2013
I know this will offend

but no apologies beforehand

I’d like to find a nice rock

and smash your head

till i’m ankle deep in your dark wine

till the dirt runs deep red

make maroon mudcakes

in the silly ****** mess

hand them to my friends

with a smile big

since thats what I do best

Use your guts and brains

and make delcious warm spaghetti

serve it to the homeless folk

living in the intercity

and bask in the sun painted purple skies

exhaling soothing breaths as I watch stars before my eyes

and calmly wait for birth of night

to reminisce of your demise
Say this poem in a happy go lucky voice to unearth the humor this was made with.

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