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Your saving grace is that I bark oaths like I'm scanning barcodes. You can get my meat by the fountain. I'll assume you want it on discount then? Fulfillment comes when both your lips are properly clear. When you inevitably rip and tear. Don't forget to tip the cashier.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:46 AM UTC
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Your saving grace is that I bark oaths like I'm scanning barcodes. You can get my meat by the fountain. I'll assume you want it on discount then? Fulfillment comes when both your lips are properly clear. When you inevitably rip and tear. Don't forget to tip the cashier.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:46 AM UTC
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