Beer belly hanging
Prickly hair against skin
You make me *****.
Old man cutting grass
Naked for the world to see
My eyes are blinded.
Just a random memory
never let you be the host
like how hard is it
harder than living locked up?
surrounded by stuff?
not my responsibility
you have some too you know
we both have to do our part
fill my heart with humility
when the family visits
living without tranquility
**** this nasty
you talk big classy
you think I'm sassy?
I am so over it
Michelle do your dishes
gags as lifts shoe
of hidden present
Life at this moment you cant be bullshitting
me. There isn't an April fools that's getting
even close to what we find ourselves hitting
any where near to this. it's so unfitting.
But no matter the **** hitting the fan, I haven't got
any bog roll. I can only poo outside before I'm caught.
But leaves are natures wipes and I'm dammed if aught
I'll sleep with skids on my sheets, but if I do I'll just smile.
But underneath I gag as the sweet corn is natures reminder
to wipe before, as they feel like coffee not put through the grinder.
I feel like crap my legs woefully tanned, not because of the sun,
crap skidding my legs, as if you lift the sheets its a gross viewfinder.
Like a swamp ****
it grows in the boiling water of saucepans.
That seems to be the only way people cook it.
It's slimy and soggy
and tastes of death.
The corpse of a once thriving plant,
now in the coffin of the saucepan.
Why would anyone see that ditch ****
Obviously they were very wrong.
Prompt to write the opposite of an ode for food that we hate.
If you can’t find a familiar voice,
For gods sake, don’t argue.
Just give up and take an easy route.
Without a belt or needle,
Just a cable and a screen.
You’ll be able to shoot up on dopamine.
So easy to always seem right.
**** it, you don’t have to be bright!
The ease we have to escape strife,
Makes me want to steam clean my brain.
Bathe in disinfectant.
Let hand sanitizer be my imbibe.
Better yet bleach.
You can say anything.
Racist, sexist, misogynistic, homophobic, misandrist, dull, shallow, backstabbing, hateful, and malicious.
Go on the internet,
And find a Fuckyeah.com for it.
The hate you keep inside won’t help you float.
But you cling to it, so below you.
Push it under you, to get above the waves.
But eventually the swell will drag you to hell.
Cling to it so below you.
It’s weight will stretch your arms.
Drag you down.
Down into the undertow. Against progress.
So vile, repugnant and insipid. You rot.
Your fingernails leave scars on hate.
You cling to it so.
But shout opposed to such accusation.
Now low enough the crash of the waves blind you.
Squinting through their spray, you struggle.
Treading in denial as you try to pull your hate to breast.
I’d reach out to you, if your hate wouldn’t drag us down together.
And we’d be clinging to something so below you.
I'm hungry but I don't want to eat
from me and others
But I don't know what they're thinking
I assume they think
I could just be healthy
I could exercise more
Or east fewer carbs and more protein
But I guess
I am lazy
because I'd rather just stop eating
I know it's bad
I know it's dangerous
But my brain and my insecurity don't communicate
I guess this is just a reflection of the thoughts I've had in the past. If you are going through this please tell someone I went through it alone and it was really difficult.
you're so **** smart you're stupid!
it's watching Albert Eisenstein walk across a road
the irony is
you know what you're doing
you smart ******* *******
you wanna be dumb
so you don't have to be smart!
its a stupid act
from the smartest person i know
lol this is kinda **** ****