Your sharp tongue
moving behind your teeth,
I felt it roar and clamor
in tumults of confusion,
In a hullabaloo of
hurly-burly upheaval,
The wickedness is as
heavy on my shoulders;
As it is on yours,
Against my mouth
yours did beat and bicker,
This flickering bedside-lamp
of bedlam disarray,
Revenge is ice-cream
when you and I scream,
Too sweet and too sticky,
I feel full of sickness
and sorrow,
Don't we deserve
our just desserts
A little less
nauseating?
-Jamie F. Nugent
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
Your sharp tongue
moving behind your teeth,
I felt it roar and clamor
in tumults of confusion,
In a hullabaloo of
hurly-burly upheaval,
The wickedness is as
heavy on my shoulders;
As it is on yours,
Against my mouth
yours did beat and bicker,
This flickering bedside-lamp
of bedlam disarray,
Revenge is ice-cream
when you and I scream,
Too sweet and too sticky,
I feel full of sickness
and sorrow,
Don't we deserve
our just desserts
A little less
nauseating?
-Jamie F. Nugent
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