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Oct 2018
The burrito came outta the fridge
armed with shards from it's plate
trying to slice up my throat
good food, that's no longer great

The tomatoes decided to join the revolt
squirting acid into my eyes
I scrambled for the kitchen knives
hoping, if I stabbed them, they'd finally die

That week old Chinese a mistake
the noodles fungal and ripe
gotten from a shady out take
yes, a bad stereotype

I've feared for my skin before
as life is dangerous too
but opening my fridgerator's door
my food turning obnoxious, and blue
Yup, chemistry experiments gone wrong in a culinary way
the veggies the meats and the breads
spoiled and left
on display

Inspired by:
Temporal Fugue
Written by
Temporal Fugue  57/M/Georgetown Tx
(57/M/Georgetown Tx)   
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