#menu - Hello Poetry

The cat licks it's *** While the mice run free The menu music plays For ratatouille on DVD I’m to lazy to press play I'd rather listen to django And watch the cat lick it's *** I wonder if any of the mice know how to cook if that's a skill that can only be learned by rats The menu loops again

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Aug 28, 2020

Aug 28, 2020 at 8:19 PM UTC

PocketsThePoet

Menu Music

The cat licks it's *** While the mice run free The menu music plays For ratatouille on DVD I’m to lazy to press play I'd rather listen to django And watch the cat lick it's *** I wonder if any of the mice know how to cook if that's a skill that can only be learned by rats The menu loops again

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Findings, menu, commands, controls and in it a chip of solace.

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Nov 6, 2019

Nov 6, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC

DIPTIDHA

Your way of

Findings, menu, commands, controls and in it a chip of solace.

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Appetiser - A fresh, hot glance in the mirror To start - A lingering feeling of fat-shame served on a bed of between-wash hair with a dash of blemishes Main - An overture of ovulating positivity, a feeling of unfiltered joy and self-love. Braisen confidence with likeability Amuse bouche - Insufferable indecision Dessert - A sharp (too sharp) sting of sarcasm washed down with a sweet apology chaser.

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC

EDowning

Table manners

Appetiser - A fresh, hot glance in the mirror To start - A lingering feeling of fat-shame served on a bed of between-wash hair with a dash of blemishes Main - An overture of ovulating positivity, a feeling of unfiltered joy and self-love. Braisen confidence with likeability Amuse bouche - Insufferable indecision Dessert - A sharp (too sharp) sting of sarcasm washed down with a sweet apology chaser.

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If there was a tilde wave and you had a surfboard, I still think you would die. And if you didn't die you would sail past bodies and ******* and weird things like vacuum hoses and cafe menus would float by, and I think that would make you feel sick.

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Dec 20, 2018

Dec 20, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC

lauren-23

wavves

If there was a tilde wave and you had a surfboard, I still think you would die. And if you didn't die you would sail past bodies and ******* and weird things like vacuum hoses and cafe menus would float by, and I think that would make you feel sick.

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Now that your literary fire is ablaze, it is your turn to use it to change the world. Make it a warm cozy home with doors spread wide like a mother's arms that welcome a kid who had a bad day from school or an exhausted husband from work. Use that fire to make your own signatured sumptuous literary menus that will ease hunger for hope, to fuel a day ahead, or light a dark path to lead a bright one. Now, pour all the grains of your mind, cook it with all your life's experiences, add a heart to taste, and a sprinkle of soul to finish. Taadaah! You have the most exquisite literary piece in the world to feed the entire universe. XO

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Jul 10, 2018

Jul 10, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC

one-of-the-tortured-poets

A Literary Soul's Note

Now that your literary fire is ablaze, it is your turn to use it to change the world. Make it a warm cozy home with doors spread wide like a mother's arms that welcome a kid who had a bad day from school or an exhausted husband from work. Use that fire to make your own signatured sumptuous literary menus that will ease hunger for hope, to fuel a day ahead, or light a dark path to lead a bright one. Now, pour all the grains of your mind, cook it with all your life's experiences, add a heart to taste, and a sprinkle of soul to finish. Taadaah! You have the most exquisite literary piece in the world to feed the entire universe. XO

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Though, I' m full Let me taste your soul Will you?

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Feb 9, 2018

Feb 9, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Menu

Though, I' m full Let me taste your soul Will you?

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TABLE D'HôTE Appetizer Wrong Tons With Me Soup cooked worry seared in a teary onion broth Hors D'oeuvres Slow Roasted Fear fresh over-analyzing crushed with loneliness Main Course Stress Salad tossed with insomnia marinated in a vertigo dressing General Trouble Chicken battered uncertainty gloomed to perfection sitting on steamed danger stir fried in an overwhelm sour sauce Dessert Choked Volcanic Eruption mountain of OCD topped with whipped depression glazed with self-loathing Expresso prepared with frothy guilt (C) Jl 2016

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Mar 5, 2016

Mar 5, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC

JessieLang

Anxiety Menu

TABLE D'HôTE Appetizer Wrong Tons With Me Soup cooked worry seared in a teary onion broth Hors D'oeuvres Slow Roasted Fear fresh over-analyzing crushed with loneliness Main Course Stress Salad tossed with insomnia marinated in a vertigo dressing General Trouble Chicken battered uncertainty gloomed to perfection sitting on steamed danger stir fried in an overwhelm sour sauce Dessert Choked Volcanic Eruption mountain of OCD topped with whipped depression glazed with self-loathing Expresso prepared with frothy guilt (C) Jl 2016

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