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100 pounds. And Mommy wants to raise me She takes my plate It floats from her hand And falls down Three drumsticks Splat It was all on the floor Her voice And I kept looking past her head Because my eyes couldn’t face Rage So, no longer could I cook To her, I needed discipline One rod to set me off To the sky and push my head against the ground The fact was I am Fat Every supper, she took the bread. The flour is mute in the edges. Its texture is soft on the tongue There were always blue dolphins in my glass. They wish to swim within an ocean And I set them free Because I didn’t want my stomach to be Empty
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
Smashing the Dishes
100 pounds. And Mommy wants to raise me She takes my plate It floats from her hand And falls down Three drumsticks Splat It was all on the floor Her voice And I kept looking past her head Because my eyes couldn’t face Rage So, no longer could I cook To her, I needed discipline One rod to set me off To the sky and push my head against the ground The fact was I am Fat Every supper, she took the bread. The flour is mute in the edges. Its texture is soft on the tongue There were always blue dolphins in my glass. They wish to swim within an ocean And I set them free Because I didn’t want my stomach to be Empty
#food#fat#discipline#plates
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bg-ibanez
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
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