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My fridge keeps turning off My food becomes Warm Like the suns ever present glare Inedible It’s rotten ******* rotten Like that money used to buy it Like my attitude I’m scared of their shopping carts They push them like their arms are loose from their sockets They flail their plastic beasts In front of my feet The wheels only graze me But it’s enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand up I just need to replace my soy milk, man Their faces are globes in the dark Shiny and round Stupid Hollow Spinning There’s always something to set their sites on Gimme dat And the cart roars forward My body is just an obstacle between them and another pair of Shoes They’ll shove into their closets Where a thousand other things exist to fill their souls Nervous ticks Husband stays out too late Nervous ticks Wedding ring drifts closer to the tip of her finger Nervous ticks It isn’t just the salty sweat that pushes it forward Nervous ticks A new pair of underwear Another shirt or two His eyes might glisten Like like like Like they used too Nervous ticks I just need some soy milk, man
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 12:45 PM UTC
I Hate Grocery Shopping
My fridge keeps turning off My food becomes Warm Like the suns ever present glare Inedible It’s rotten ******* rotten Like that money used to buy it Like my attitude I’m scared of their shopping carts They push them like their arms are loose from their sockets They flail their plastic beasts In front of my feet The wheels only graze me But it’s enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand up I just need to replace my soy milk, man Their faces are globes in the dark Shiny and round Stupid Hollow Spinning There’s always something to set their sites on Gimme dat And the cart roars forward My body is just an obstacle between them and another pair of Shoes They’ll shove into their closets Where a thousand other things exist to fill their souls Nervous ticks Husband stays out too late Nervous ticks Wedding ring drifts closer to the tip of her finger Nervous ticks It isn’t just the salty sweat that pushes it forward Nervous ticks A new pair of underwear Another shirt or two His eyes might glisten Like like like Like they used too Nervous ticks I just need some soy milk, man
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sinandpoems
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 12:45 PM UTC
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