Rested your mop of hair
On piles and piles
Of poems old and new
Your mouth running like a faucet
Not yet digested meals and fluids
Your green apple chunks
And what used to be
A Reese's Peanut Buttercup
Give a new meaning to
The words they are slathered on top of
And underline
The word envy is no longer associated
With green
But a murky brown and gray
At least, to me
As I pet your head
Hoping to lessen the stream of the
Undigested
Blood leaks through the corner
Flowing with the unsightly current
Highlighting graphite
Crossing out the errors
All of it

Stand me up in front of what I want for you and me
And I dance, dance through to what could be
Tell me they speak my name
Tell you I don't believe in ghosts
The serious lack of guts killed all the flattery
So I stick to where I stand
And to me no one is more deserving
But
Then you pressed the button and I collapsed
Like a push puppet

she furiously scribbles down on her tiny notebook
that she keeps hidden

trying with all her might to ****
and continue starving herself

because apparently pretty hurts

Spoon is car yellow air,
Taste the run run bare.

Lie, lied, liar, stare,
Swoosh, arr...  I eye dare.

Seven ate nine,
Do you want green legs and lamb?

Stop pew pew mue mu ahh..    ****,
I am not a cat but a mue mu ahh... ****.

Why are you still reading this crap?