Contortioned Into short, sweet sugar-coated contents
Condensed Into watered down soups for those emotionally constipated
Concentrated Into thoughtless juice for the self-conflicted
Constricted To the mind of the starving poet, cosmetically redesigned
Continuously Confined
I was looking up spoken-word poetry at 2am, unable to sleep. My eyes were blurry, causing me to mistake the title "Def poetry" for "Diet poetry". I laughed at myself in my delirium then the rest happened from there.