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M'thew  Nov 2013
Pretzel Girl
M'thew Nov 2013
It has been about an hour now.
That careless *****,
who talks whenever she knows she shouldn't
and never has any useful presence,
has been dancing her foot around a pretzel
she dropped earlier
when she was chewing at a volume
that could be heard across the Grand Canyon.

(I picked the Grand Canyon because she chews like a mule.)

She hasn't even noticed she dropped her food.
She was too busy texting and playing with her hair.
I just want to see her foot stomp on that pretzel.
I know if she does, she wont even know she did.
She is too stuck up to realize that she is dropping food that someone else could eat.
I could eat it!
She didn't even ask me if I wanted a pretzel
before she unknowingly dropped one on the ground.

I wouldn't be angry if she just gave me a pretzel.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
She walked barefoot in the desert and wore desert boots to bed.
My baby was topsy turvy dipsy swervy crossed up curvy clean out of her head.
A cast iron face that kept the truth bound and shackled.
Deep inside her head.
Self deception was her stock in trade and every choice she ever made was reasoned Wearing blinders.The snake that ate her tail
Her logic was.
Circular in nature no ending or beginning. Which guaranteed her winning
Regardless.
But only in her twisty wheelhouse.
Crazy as aa ******* rat.
Twisting facts into tasty pastry.

Seving them up on shiny ware.
Neither here nor either there
Calculating slipknot tension
Telling tales too tall to mention
The daughter of the pretzel maker
Part deluded.Rabid faker.
Pretzel logic
Pretzel minded.
Twisted now and twisted later.
Down the road I go.
See Steely Dan.
David Nelson May 2013
Pretzel Logic

always counter intuitive
with a twisted sense of fate
explicitly constructed
how much longer will you wait

the axiom of choice
the scenario of doubt
with random intervention
how can you bring about

a clear and precise result
with no deviance in action
probability of predictions
spinning wheels with no traction

the answers so concise
in udder chaos results you find
without collaboration
such an eery creepy mind

a scavenger of darkness
deep down thoughts somewhat toxic
no wavering in directions
manipulative pretzel logic

Gomer Lepoet...
such a twisted sense of fate how much longer will you wait