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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
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
As the food turns
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 ;D Inspired by: https://hellopoetry.com/sunprincess/
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
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