"hydrogenated" poems
Donuts, o donuts,
Wheat Flour Enriched
Soybean,
Palm and Cottonseed Oil Hydrogenated
Vegetable Oil Partially Hydrogenated
Cocoa Processed with Alkali,
Sodium Acid Pyrophosphate
Sodium Aluminum Phosphate
Aluminum Sulfate
Salt, Dextrose, Soy Lecithin,
Guar Gum, Cellulose Gum, Tapioca Dextrin,
Corn Dextrins, Mono Diglycerides,
Citric Acid, Enzymes,
Natural & Artificial colors & flavors
Sorbic Acid and Sodium Propionate
and Potassium Sorbate
To Retain Freshness:
Eat 'em up yum.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 2:08 PM UTC
If laughter is the best medicine
then this explains why there are so many unhealthy people.
Too many people got the SAD's Condition;
**It arrives usually within 2-4 weeks of compromising one's inner child after crushing up
some sparkly dreams and flushing them in the *******
Symptoms include:
*1) A black-hole bitter disposition
2) Snapping at little things like having to wait 5 in a checkout line
or making dramatic sighs after repeating a question a few times.
3) Reminiscing about terrible things and never forgiving and
letting go, like having your mom sign your life away to a cult or
being told that your dear sweet Aunt who helped raise you kept
looking for you in the hospital every time your name was called
even though you never saw her because your family thought it
best you kept your distance or hearing the morose silence of a
stillborn newborn.
4) Finding your serenity at the bottom of a bar room floor inside a
gin bottle.
5) Finding your solace in a married woman who eats all kinds
of colorful shaped pills for breakfast.*
And if a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down,
how much can you add before the medicine loses its flavor?
They say truth is bitter,
yet I find that hard to believe
considering it feels so good to say.
It's like a cinnamon peppermint flavor on the tongue
with an aftertaste of jalapeno tears.
Maybe I'm so used to the processed hydrogenated extra sugar kind
that's why I go right for the pure hard stuff,
and maybe that's why a laugh so much.
Maybe that's why people consider me a cuckoo fool....
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
"Don't drink that coffee," my friend shouted at me,
"That caffeine will **** you!"
he said impatiently!
Drinking water is bad for your health,
the feds put fluorine in it
to **** you by stealth."
Paternally he whispered,
"Whatever you do, don't drink cows' milk.
the sucklings its made for
aren't close to our ilk.
The consumption of pigs and animals that ****
most certainly will keep you
from obtaining sweet bliss.
And stay away from creatures that swim in the sea,
their svelte tasty bodies are filled
with deadly mercury."
And then he looked aghast at my plate,
"Tell me you're not eating that excrement," he sighed,
"Do you really want to die...
from eating french fries?
Don't you know that fried things are the scourge of the planet,
cooked in hydrogenated fats by
some woman named Janet?
Avoid eggs, if you can, and by no means eat the yolks,
your cholesterol will rise,
that's no funny joke."
Then, with a scowl in his voice he said,
"Avoid plants grown in this country,
sprayed with pesticides and poisons
by corporate monkeys.
And stay away from foods grown in the East,
they're probably fertilized by
humans, dragons and beasts.
Potatoes, tomatoes have starch and acid,
that eats up your guts and
make you grow flaccid.
Lemons and limes will ruin your pretty white teeth,
making you go snaggle
right in your sleep."
With a superior air he ended his harangue,
"Beer, wine, and all forms of liquor,
Can you think of anything that
will **** you quicker?
Don't eat rich chocolate--it'll make you a ****
humping everything in sight
like a mad deer in rut.
Cakes, breads and cookies too,
contain sugars and flours that's
sooooo baaaaad for you.
~~~
I'm hungry and starving and don't know what to do,
I want to eat something
but afraid to give it a chew.
Though all of this leaves me feeling quite uneasy and queasy,
I'm closing the door and
doing as I pleasey!
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 7:58 AM UTC
eyeshadow ground into
a finely powdered bath rug
feet stained gold and as
straight as sink ringed coffee
*(it's a perfect day
to run away
from all the crew neck
collars choking you)*
fall face down into a
cornfield and climb
dead pine trees clear
up to the blackbirds
*(i think you were once
upon a time the one who
never spent weekends
home and hurting)*
i am not your past
not your mistakes
i am not who you used to be
but won't say it didn't shape me
*(clattering red and
white checks skittering
across the floor as
hydrogenated oils)*
i know you're
disappointed
sometimes in who
i've turned out to be
but i am also
disappointed
sometimes in who
i've turned out to be
*(only ever thinking about
ceiling fans and my latest
mistakes or an odd assortment
of unspoken disagreements)*
i can't breathe under
highway overpasses
in parking garages or when
my hands are made of leather.
*(suburbia is just a
repainted mid-century
modern way of covering
up dysfunctional families)*
here and there
then and again
i remember that you
probably don't love me anymore
i understand that
neglect destroyed you
but you don't understand
that involvement destroyed me.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
Success, achievement, home house cars
Party, love, listen & spin with sin
Move, kiss, untie my maple eyes
Brief but explosive, steeped in black tea
Hydrogenated coffee creamer, sweet
Taste or bitter love the same
We turned stones, fleshy and hot
Scented softly, like reminders of the bits
We couldn't ever really taste, or hear
The place our fingers fell, outcomes
Aside, outcomes alive or ablaze. With twin
Coins, each ten sides, when all of them
Move as snakes do, softly with
Purpose to swallow us, like sand nested
Avian eggs, sweet and rich
Give to me a new light. This hue so strange
These parameters so wild, so different and full
Of song. Upwards and with a choral roar
A neon scream or a gentle squeeze
The endless feeling runs a thick steam
Heated with wet body stream. Oh goddess
Or god... Sexless beauty becomes evident
And alive inside of you and me. We give thought
To the giant sun or the smallest drops
Fogging the window, our cheeks
Belong to we. Upwards or out to sea
There is always a breeze
And the body breaks but we are fine
And we're open to ours if we're open to time
You lay me to sleep, soft tangerine
With ritual white and burned blue
I watch you smile behind closed eyes
And fall into October leaves
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
Check the yellow pages
And the funny papers
We gotta find those contact lenses that will change our brown eyes blue
Then promenade to the place
Whatchya got on tap?
Lemonade?
Give me the recipe
That's a odd catch phrase you got there, "I'll **** you with a railroad spike!"
Tell me how the worldwide aficionado only got the bronze metal
She cries at the drop of a hat
Now they've revoked her drivers licence
He's eating flower petals, that man in the corner over there
He's in for a rude awakening
That's poison oak or is it poison ivy?
Either way that's his lot in life
The man from the nuclear power plant comes in and tells m to get welded as he slaps some roadkill on the counter with great hubris
He told the cook to fry it up so no one here would have to eat processed, pasteurized, homogenized, hydrogenated genetically modified food with an appeasing garnish on top
Mmm tire marks
Tastes like this thing has been through the marsh
Some kind of wetland
Before I leave someone yells from the back, "You want the weather? Look up an hope for the best!"
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC