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Robin Carretti Aug 2018
A special lace-like card
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Three Star points
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Sword-like smile-Bored-Hike pile-
Western Union Man
Money flies like Superman

Spinning wheel fan too guard
Special words have no regard
He's the Adonis-like the
Lazarus lovely-like Venus
Those effects in motion
That special tip above her lips
Steady as they go but motionless
The stars walk across her
sky lifted dress

Heavenly Pillsbury flour
Her hair flower no water
Smile Lift even in debt
Messed her heart so red
White light disaster
Nothing on this earth
we got to lose no control
Here's the *Special Rose

Winter/Sunglow hair
The Flatiron

A spaceship cowardly lion
Your the "Wildcat"
Crazy Oats
Space waves of the neutron
The dream on
Your eyes are blind
A clear day special motif
setting inside your
Word heading leaf
He lifts up your
blinds all
righteous minds

Those special love hands
Nothing was ever
staged starlight and bright
  Never yellow

Winter?Sun
It blocked out
my *Godly
pages
On the good earth leaf
Helen Keller had the
good remedy family
When you are deaf
A green touch of
brown leafs
What you smell and feel
What's truly there
special beliefs

Or at the most
Famous Cemetery,
You got blinded  so
gilded star
you don't
see them

One of a kind that's him
Or the encounters of the
third kind Winter/Sun
The darkness slim-man-run

The cactus desert of my heartlands

Jack of all Trader Joes investments
My E-book and I Phone
best T-bone steak
Spices of theVegetarian Kingdom
Curry in a hurry for Indian Food,
E-T Extra
Terrestrial Space high bill total

ABC Chemical love reaction
A special motif so personnel
"Divine District Attorney"

Taking spiritual love
what lies beneath us
Lotus Tea Panda Bears
Of Journeys
Pyramid or the myriad

A-Special Motif
comes to me
Two Gods surrender me
message
Something you feel but
it's unknown
Never left in the dark
like a treasure
Teeth chatter Gold caps
Chatterbox
Almost happy coffee
almost dark

Too many famous labels
A special romance new leaf
Time change challenging
Winter sun/Wonder fun
Amarous open chorus
Special maid devious
A special Motif delicious
The honest lawyer
Special talent space
of braces
Subsequently or coincidentally

What was special
The board meetings like *Erasers
?
To erase all the special places
in my heart

Dark despair trail parted
Ending up with a trail
of mixed nuts
Cars such a pain with
Synthetic Oil ****** -like Oil

The conjuring or searing
Holding the leaf in spirit
special times remembering
Sapphire September October
Comfort foods November
Thanksgiving
The heartburn living
The Winter/Sun
Special motif holding onto
his one brilliant leaf in
Ancient Egyptian King of Tut
book

*
Yearning the solemn vows
The full moon is
turning a
new leaf
The painted picture leaf
special Motif

Love so committed
The time was omitted
Family poor or rich
Invitation *Winter Sun


Those who are in need
The beacon like a
poem of goodies mend

Heaven that feeling
called my own
Even things that
are special
became unknown
Not always about
being famous

Things that are simple
that's what remains
precious eat sleep Jeep
The fairy came sweet nectar deep
Was so kind humanly rare find
A special note with a motif
I will never forget what was our belief
A special God or Motif a spiritual beauty her leaf but even when you are deaf you can smell the beauty lingering everyone is  work of beauty just living
Stephan Apr 2016
Why are you always so little,
running around kicking shins,
then hiding inside a cookie jar
swearing the crumbs are talking about you
in bittersweet morsels
wiped from hands
stealing all that is sweet in your life?
preservationman Jun 2015
Well let’s peek into the kitchen of Lucy and Ethel to see the baking of this 7 Layer Cake
On cue in take
Ricky is having a party in his home regarding his 10th Anniversary in managing the Night Club called “A little bit of Cuba”
He wanted something fancy
Did he say fancy?
There’s no telling what Lucy has baked into that cake
Lucy and Ethel are busy baking away
But somehow that cake is going to cause people to make a quick getaway
Now remember, this is not the Pillsbury bake off, but should say “Revenge with back off”
At this point, you are allowed to cough
The cake is in the pan and ready for the oven
As the cake is baking, Lucy and Ethel are entertaining the guest
This is not at any one’s request
While Lucy talks about Hollywood and show business, do you smell something burning?
Luc y shouts, “My cake!”
But was it too late?
Lucy and Ethel rushed to the oven
The cake was half burned and didn’t rise
Why am I not surprised?
Meanwhile, what is Lucy and Ethel going too serve for dessert?
Lucy says, “I have a plan”
Let’s open a can of fruit cocktail and add it inside the burned cake
But Ethel stats with, “How will the guest respond?”
Lucy proclaims, “Who cares, they can’t know the cake was burned
Well the dessert will be served
Think on eat at your own risk being observed
As Lucy and Ethel serve the cake, suddenly one of the guest get sick from eating the cake
Lucy of course starts to cry
Yet the baking that cake was a good try
Eat at your own risk said I.
Waverly Jan 2012
Just because they have disappeared
does not mean that
i'm clutter-free.

It's a cluster-free, a clusterfuck of ******* insanity.

My uncle left right after
my Grampa's funeral,
split like a chicken's *****,
"he's in the airforce
or some other human-processing factory,"
Ma would say to me.

My aunt mable,
dipped out
dripped out two kids
then split
like a pillsbury biscuit.

My aunt pat's mom,
left Aunt pat on Aunt FLo's doorstep,
in the sole of her instep,
stepped out on a kid
and a husband
with a left shoe,
the right one
was left behind.

My pops
was forced out,
I saw him drag Ma
through the halls,
saw him whip her face in
with the brass-end
of a leather belt,
everybody's face was leathery
when the cops came in.

There is a litany of disappearing faces
in my family picture, a litany
of the disappeared
who reappear
over thanksgiving and christmas dinners,
when we wax nostalgiac
or hurt
over turkey,
gravy,
and biscuits.

Over love
and how many are missing.
Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
Senseless
Palm trees wrapped with barbed wire.
I like gingerbread cookies of pillsbury dough, of that you already know.
Frappuccinos without whipped.
Like a dream

Y.M.C.A.

Rollerblading the past is fading.
Summer camps horseback riding, rock climbing, arts & crafts.
Friends confiding, connections binding, lots of laughs.
Swimming, smores, canouing, & row boats.

Gemini Loved Scorpio

Solar system of a higher altitude.
Astrology to set the mood.
A date which is charming & not rude. Greek or mexican? My favorite food.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
slr Oct 2018
Sweetheart you need to be have a flatter stomach
Put down that soda pop
Or one day it will make you pop
Put down those puff pastries
Or one day they will make you the Pillsbury Dough-girl.
Take up crunches and sit-ups
And just ignore when your body screams for food
Take up ******* in and waist trainers
And just ignore that ******* in all day weakens your muscles pushing you further from your ideal

Hey good lookin’ you’d be prettier if you had smaller thighs
Stop eatin’ them donuts
They turnin’ you too dough
Stop ordering your pizzas in larges
They turnin’ you large
Start doing some squats
Just ignore your back screaming in pain
Start running sum more
Just ignore that bigger thighs mean a lower risk of heart disease and premature death

And a simple request from everyone else: make sure your hair always looks like a girl from a movie, that your skin is flawless, you dress perfectly, are always happy, smiling constantly, have an aesthetically pleasing Instagram, be in an adorable relationship, know all the newest music and shows

You know what

just be perfect
but
not to perfect


-love society
Don't let society tell you anything about yourself. You are you and perfect just how you are.
Yo I got skillz by the millions
With tons of ammunition
Who ******' with the commission my mission
Is to control the rap game blow fish tactics
From ******* who **** quick my **** stick
Slick leave em with one eye patch cookin' up another batch
Can ya catch
The madness of real ***** with multiple figures money surpassin' the aurora
Hardcorer grim explorer non could ignore tha
Deadly pedigrees sheddin so beautifully
Im feelin' like Mango Slade cuts through like a blade
Lyrics colder than the words from Chuckie
Coastin' spells I do it well it ain't hard to tell
While ya souls fail another body destined to hell
It's Yosef ninth gate chillin' over ya crates
Like a demon intervention got ya nerves
Penchin' and itchin' soon to be twitchin' and inchin'
My every move I'm takin' ove the earthly ground
Bow down what's that it's the Southside
Breakin' em down so ya bound to drown


My armed men stack men from the guns
That back bend to the roads ya
End
No longer boys to men to deaths I comprehend
Takin' on deadly sins seven to chose from
I'm makin' chaos from USA to the New Jerusalem
And who's dumb? Enough to **** with me
While I'm on my Crazy *** leavin' ya stunned
And outdunned and who can
Come?
Against my magnificence layin' hellish scents
In the forms of an emodiment
Who could stop it
Since adversaries are culprit let the snakes
Shake and take away these painful memories
Yeah I'm dreadin' ya head missin' the feds
*** I got more bread than Pillsbury dough
So quick with the skills and I
Know
Suckas don't wanna go toe to
Toe
**** mics worse than Exodus who can plex with us
The coldest strong as a swingin' boulders
Knockin' ya head off ya shoulders I thought I told ya
Southside stay running with hidden
Soldiers
Paul Rousseau Sep 2016
Lars lifts opens the toilet seat. The hinge squawks and he mimics the sound with his mouth. A dumb smile folds out on his face like someone unrolling a beach towel. He sits without dropping his pants or underwear. The cops are just about to leave through the screen door. Maggie offers a departing sacrament of right out of the oven of crispy flakey Pillsbury biscuits. They wave their hands parallel to the ground refusing. Maggie pulled the biscuits out too early. The bottoms are tan and dimensional but the tops are sloppy. They look like they have a glaze but they don’t have a glaze. They are pasty but still hot to the touch. The pan is hot. Maggie is wearing maroon oven mitts. One of the cops gets his foot snagged on the throw rug. They walk with their heads down but don’t notice the curled edges of the throw rug. They notice a black pug named Roger instead and nearly avoid fumbling over him. The cops scatter outside quickly like ducklings crossing the street. Lars’ dumb smile lingers and he laughs with a shushing lisp. He reaches between his legs into the toilet bowl. His hand disturbs the water. His nose is bleeding. Maggie closes the doorwall after the cops leave. The cops left the screen open. Maggie reopens the doorwall, closes the screen, shakes her head, and then closes the doorwall again. The kitchen is humming with improper wires. The light is electric pastel blue. The linoleum is too ***** to sleep on. Maggie’s ******* can be seen through her shirt. Lars wipes his nose with his arm and shoulder. He is hunched digging into the toilet bowl. He pulls out a baggie with a twist tie on top. The baggie looks reused. Maggie enters under the frame of the door and her lips roll out like a beach towel. The ******* in the baggie is very very dry.
sash sriganesh Jul 2019
It was Donna Darling’s annual dinner party
A Cotillion approved eatery
Six spoons and six forks
The wrong one, and all the glares one bore
And then waddled in Miss Pillsbury
Her stumpy feet too short to
Do anything but waddle
Uninvited she was
As she always was
Squelching her way
through the narrow doorway.
As fourteen perfectly styled heads
Shuffled their feet under the table.

Boom! Clash!
Six spoons crashing
Six forks attacking
Poor old lady Judith’s knee
As she groaned in pain.
Donna scratching her head
Eyes darting through her invite list
Top-to-bottom, Top-to-bottom
Screech! Went the chair,
Scratching Donnas hand polished marble floors
Like nails on a chalkboard.

Oh, and what she did next,
Almost sent Donna to her upstairs bedroom
To pop some unprescribed ******
As the stout woman grabbed soup
with her chubby hands
And started gulping it down
Before it ran through her fingers.

Frazzled Donna tried, oh she tried
To salvage the integrity
Of her fancy dinner party
Unfortunately, at the moment
it was running down the table
From Miss Pillsbury’s double chin.
Swooosh! Went old lady Judith
As she skated across the marble
Like an Olympic figure skater
Only to crash into Donna’s perfectly organized
stainless steel kitchenware.

Donna ran out screaming and crying
Nobody’s seen her since.
And as for Miss Pillsbury,
I’d be surprised if she noticed any of it
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Sethnicity May 2015
What's uut man?

My snake tipped legs and iceberg froze fade languish in the shade. Tell a mother how her bush should bloom, Gathered all the rose peddles and released them to the desert air, when I rise Pillsbury dew drops tip tap clatter back. I already know what love is. Hearts tide to a string. You can call me Duncan. They call me South of no North. My gift of gab was extrapolated from Teddy Ruxpin's jugular and drug through a Chinese sweatshop. I hung my cords out on the line. They hardened into a sharp blade used for doe hunting. Try ice skating uphill while not breaking a sweat. Pull the plug from the speaker steal the mic and jet. Will mount Olympus faction my fold? Nevermore, well maybe once but I'm so straight and narrow their knees are like maze portals to me. Take a swig from the medication station. Don't stay to long or you may like what you have become too me. No worries; Uutt, oh it's magic.
Uut (n.): an infectious strain of contemporary American surrealism; a practitioner of Uut poetics; a cloven-hoofed quadruped with nautical antlers

Or
Super metaphoric symbolism pulled from the monotony of our absentminded society.
Harmony Sapphire Feb 2015
We are all connected.
The smell of chapstick & playdough.
Pillsbury Dough Boy has to go.

Tomorrow we will make a side trip.
Errands & appointments we can skip.
The right shade of purple & pink for my lips.

Some accessories are necessary.
The right heely shoes of styles so few.
Straight or wavy long hair.
About my appearance I always care.

I want to always look my best.
Hair, makeup, wardrobe, & all the rest.

To age older one day at a time.
Youth & my prime is no longer mine.

Liquid eyeliner to enhance & make finer.
Foundation to even the tone of my ****** skin.

Mascara for my lashes.
Finding clothes that matches.
Some eyeshadow for my lids.
Revealing jewelry where it's hid.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
David Nelson Jun 2013
Dumping Jack Flash

Dumping Jack Flash
it's a gas gas gas
one minute a prince
the next nothing but an ***

it feels so good
to have the feeling of a thump
upside his head
as he's tossed into the dump

pick himself up
and brush off the dirt
get right back in line
don't even button up his shirt

you see he's been here before
in case you didn't know
like Pillsbury
all rolled up in dough

thrown in the oven
stuck with a fork
you know when he's ready
when he begins to bark

his eyes swollen red
headed for a crash
like old Major Frank
in an episode of Mash

was eating tasty morsels
now gone in a flash
understands the reasons
but he's run out of stash

can't cop a buzz
completely out of cash
find the whiskey bottle
make his own bash

he thought he was someone
but apparently just trash
so easily tossed
dumping Jack Flash

it's a gas gas gas

Gomer LePoet ...
a twist on the old Stones tune Jumping Jack Flash
Madeleine Toerne Oct 2015
The new education
building was beautiful
because it was reminiscent
of friends’ houses past.
Fond, albeit naive, memories
of stone suburbs and finished basements and iPod stereo systems playing easy listenin’
trite popular rock n’ roll music to the smell of toaster muffins,
some Pillsbury brand I can’t remember the name of and didn’t bother to then
because my mom or dad (for different reasons) couldn’t be persuaded to buy boxed, branded
items (usually, and until an Aldi came to town), and don’t bother to know now because
it’s probably better and cooler to not know.  

We fear what we think we know about what we actually don’t know.
I learned that recently and it is popping up everywhere.
Popping up like processed delicious memories out of new clean toasters.
Where are all the crumbs? Where is the crumb life?
I’ll ask that if I ever return.
There once was a statue of a short Italian chef with a mustache and a tray attached to his stone hand, for letters, I assumed, and if I ever go back I’ll also ask: is that for letters?

See the truth is that there was depth.
There was depth but what bothered me I mean really made me uncomfortable
was that it was hidden and wiped off the counter and swept up so to speak
with perhaps, someone else’s hands.
The depth wasn’t measured in wood chips and smelly black beautiful old independent dogs
or falling apart antique chairs or comprehensive but dusty cd collections, k.d. lang, Stevie Wonder, Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack, or posters of hot chile peppers or piles of unsold rocks and bricks in the backyard that were also high standing posts for kids who were imaginary queens and kings and warriors, or tacky red spray painted bicycles.
Our depth was visible and pure and it seemed like everyone else’s was cleaned up and stored away.
It felt that way when I was young.
Now I value my family’s visible depth
and consciously remind myself that no matter how
fresh the paint smells or how not present a quirky old photograph is
it is somewhere, it is somewhere
****, it is somewhere
it is beautiful
to remind myself that.
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
Throw away that dastardly pastry,
don’t eat that muffin or scone,
run from that evil bakery,
leave them well enough alone!

Wheat, barley, rye and oats,
these are our greatest enemies,
remove them from our plates,
so they no longer rumble our tummies!

Let's start a blog, issue a protest,
we'll boycott Panera, Wonder Bread,
the Pillsbury Doughboy,
and have Quaker-Oats seeing red!

There’s no stopping us now,
we’ll bring all grain to its knees,
its high time our irritable bowels
do as they please!
Still a dangerous emcee once I set my feet in the industry
Exposing used to be homies now they wanna ****.me
But can't still.me I keep the techs on me
Just incase I gotta capture another soul makin' eternity
Placin' urns round me Cuz they soon to burn
To ashes smoke the greenest grass from Shannon Ireland
This captain ain't hiring
only killers I be admirin' y'all flows expirin'
Once the sirens sounding another Emcees gets a pounding
Heads covered with ***** plastic bags
Poked holes soon to be drowning
Fools tellin' jokes but you don't see me clowning
Only money and guns I trust so that's my surrounding
A King like Arthur I be the author
Sealin' emcees chapter takes notes for the rapture
Kidnapped ya team flashplay scenes Bones become fractured
Once I roll over weak emcees like a tractor
Major factor to this game
We ain't no actors
Flippin' heads With my metal spatula
Communicating to y'all with the street vernacular

My personality evil as Mallory
Natural born killers
Intincts is what inspires me
Who better than me?
My flows poisonous like Ivy
Got more brothers than Isley
Summer breeze with me
Heat is what ya catching from me
My guns Rip through skin cells so rapidly
Paint murders so vividly graphically
They'll remember me I'll be
Notorious like B-I-G
Fools dry lookin' all thirsty
Sips bottles of the Dom Perry
**** Governor Perry we bake more dough than Pillsbury
Rolls so know ya role or else get the barrel to ya temple
Executions made Iraqi style so how?
You gone disconnect the dial?
Deaths is callin' soon to be fallin'
With the rest of the Angels
That we had to ******' strangle
Don't matter the point or angle
Fools chained like Django hop in the Black Tahoe we got deals for sure
I'm.hustlin night and day like Al B Sure
We choke out competition like Latrell
Make heaven out of hell never see a jail cell
Money lookin' too good I'm feelim' Richie
Chillin' at the top mobbin' like Big Paulie
Alternately titled: arm ugh gut tin 

Aye dread getting *******
   and getting washed 
   even without spectacles
   that haint no mo' six-pack ab
which nearly rock-ribbed
   mid equatorial zone shapeshifted 
   into corpuscular blubbery 
   ancillary physiognomy
   where aye wanna bab 
bull posttraumatic stressed out
   middle age battle of the bulge.

Season sponged pants squarely 
   and tightly across the equatorial adipose tissue
   requiring mister crab
to clamp down with pincers
   viz primitive liposuction 
   whence rustling scupper
   will efface this trireme 
   where three-ply
   tread fully and tirelessly dab
bull to ameliorate
   rolls of extra flesh alien 
   to what stacked
   as an athletic sculpted body.

   Now no prolong inhalation
   get with steely mettle hie trite to iron out the flab
thus this part
   and parcel of senescence, 
   yet auxiliary buttressed dermis 
   effect forming gorged girth
   giving "love handles" grab
reigniting reign of prepubescent anorexia nervosa, 
   bootstrapped now wen frankly
   zaps distorted self-image. 

   Evoked holocaust repugnant
   rolls of fat insta jab
stubborn thoughts of self-loathing
   entice me to become a lab
bore a tory guinea pig to restore 
   prime of life when five foot ten
   alignment could nab
first place in a slick couture magazine 
   from the neck down
   taut torso bearing 
   fashion model and
   teen idol where tab.

To stand stock still until Shutterfly
   would SnapChat 
   rippled tummy, could
   fill my hungry wallet with inxs of cash
now, aye haint so gorge ***,
 WhatsApp with  
   a faux pregnant protuberance,
   though thankfully 
   derriere still rather dash
ing, which palm pilot sized buttocks
   doth newt offset. 

   Lost battle of the bulge,
   where diet tribes furloughed in a flash
abandoning their respective stations, 
   gnome hatter sinusoidal
   parabolic frontispiece finds me to gnash
my toothless mouth for lack of means 
   to stave of the depredations 
   of slump pin proletariat
   allowing me a hash.

Tag with hefty weight, acquiescing 
   this Pillsbury doughboy blivet 
   to subject himself to the sharp
   stings of a cool whip lash
bearing the snap against raw skin as due process 
   and supplication for atlas shrug
ging his shoulders
   at the fountainhead naming me mash
shew Scott in regard to oblate inflation. 

   Insulation fiberglass around midsection, and
   how ma late mum 
   (an avid fan of doctor Carleton Fredericks,
   who preceded Mehmet Oz), would quash
the love she showered on this sole heir - 
   resorting to exhaustive palliatives -
   even ear rash
shun null gambits,
   and as a last-ditch effort 
   putting this offspring  
   on par with an albatross -
   vamoose get out with the trash!
Robin Carretti Apr 2018
I could see for miles                    Up $ Up
Why so difficult to move
a smile stay put to raise      so upliftingly +
A new existence a phrase
You could move miles          2-  Praise                            
                                                                ­  
                                                        way up and away  
You're voicing the big hit         uptowards you
Mentally sing rejoicing            
The slightest smile                                                          
 ­ Where did it go??                                      

I see your smile sadly

Oh! No

Down
Move the frown
Miles way down                                  

Smile*

Oh! no  downward
          10
           09
            08
             07
              06
              05
              04
           ­   3 times
              Love me more
              Amore'
              Mentally
              Chosen 1
                     On 1
              One more chance

              Oh! God



Godly wait the smile++
Welcoming so inviting
"The Meeting" his smile
How it timed us the door
Smiles hit us through the floor
Winding moving staircase
What goes up must come
down picking up
Their smile's the love pair

U-R going down
Somewhere mentally
Bonded together
physically

Hot-headed The Pillsbury
Dough man you are the
Miles of lovey
He's "Gooey Oh! Joey"
smashing

The cool landing
You were marked
"The Given"  To give and love
but feeding the poor    
The next time your           
   "Smiley face"  
                                                      
  ­  Brings
more lifts
More gifts @ the door
Gifts of happiness
God first
Not always about being
first class

Having any luck? love labeled

Such a sprinkled mind

Mental telepathy
Mentally everything

Wearing his College
school ring was something
The bell rings
swinging jazz pitch

In school remembering
the lost and found
His eyes were striking out
Dodgeball telling her

He didn't want to lose her
She made the Robin Joy Fly
the home run became all her
She won him over the shooting
Stars "Godly smiles nothing
compare to their love look above
Mentally we all need a smile escape relax and sit back and enjoy the smiles
Erin Aug 2017
I think that today,
we should all scream
until our lungs ache
from the distance we’ve tread
and the things that we’ve said –
anecdotes that fill our hearts with joy,
tearful stories of all of that wrongness which we’ve faced,
the lyrics caught between our ears
and have been for days and months and years,
all of those words that we’ve written
in bright fuchsia gel pen in the margins of diaries
from our awkward third grade years
that we hoped no one would ever lay eyes upon.
Scream until the last syllables
crawl up your throat in an effort to be heard.
Scream until your tongue ties itself into knots
from the exhaustion of spilling all of your secrets.
Scream until you grow weary,
but that kind of weary where
you fall asleep with a smile on your face
and a soreness in your every muscle
that means you have accomplished something.
Act like a little kid again
and chase after ice cream trucks,
shouting along to
the sticky-sweet cadence
that drips into your ears.
Or crumple into a heap,
***** laundry piled as high as
Mount Everest
on your puke-colored carpet
and
scream.
Just scream
and scream
and scream.
And when you lose your voice,
come to me
and I will make sign language jokes
into your sweaty palms,
fingers curling expressively
as your shoulders lay just a bit higher,
the scaffolding that had been holding you up
torn down joint by joint,
rod by rod;
but it didn’t hurt did it?
It felt exquisite,
like waking up on Christmas morning
to the smell of just-burnt Pillsbury cinnamon rolls
and dented, wrapping-papered packages.
Let these memories whisper through you,
not scream,
and let them carry you to sleep.
You screamed today.
Now,
you can whisper
or send back witty one-liners into my palm
without the fear of explosion.
Now you can chase ice cream trucks with jingling pockets
faster than ever
because you are so
*******
light.
I've come up with a million possible titles for this, but none felt right. If you have any suggestions, they would be much appreciated. Also, this is how I feel today. I feel like screaming, but I can't even provide sign language stories.
Datore Fargo Aug 2021
It’s the smell of cigarettes,
too early in the morning.
When you choke on your own spit,
and snort while you laugh.
It’s the carbonated drink,
in the old pillsbury dough boy cup.
The way the sun shines,
between white curtains,
that are almost translucent.
It’s saying the word,
“****!”,
when your lighter doesn’t work.
It’s the red carpet on the stairs,
and the way they creak,
when you haven’t quite mastered them.
It’s making mud pies,
in the puddle of your driveway,
every time it pours.
When you hit the wrong light switch,
though it’s been more than a few years
It’s the sound of the breaks,
when the bus stops in the morning,
and you can barely roll out of bed.
The sweet smell of dandelions,
before your dad mows them.
It’s dyeing your hair,
and staining your friend’s bathroom sink.
It’s losing your bra in a glovebox,
and never finding it again.
It’s learning how to live,
before you lose your chance.
Bella Nov 2018
The plush of my ***** waist and thighs attempt to pop every hemline and button in my wardrobe
My body is to Wholesome my flesh is too engulfing
and for this I roll over each elastic and my thighs Bust from my stockings
and my love handles and stomach squeeze over my waistline
and my back and my ******* make Pillsbury roll bra straps
and it looks like there's so much extra meat in too small a sausage tube
and it looks like I just kept blowing into the balloon
and I don't feel too big and I don't feel like my clothes are too small
and my body just doesn't fit in them the way they used to
I feel like how beautiful must I be to have this much extra to give that my stockings can't even hold the juice of my thighs
and my pants spill over with so much good batter
and my back rolls like Silk have the luxury of keeping my back from being straight like a board

for I do not know what I would do with a smaller body
if I could feel my leg bones and see my ribs if there was a gap in between my thighs if my hips protruded taking my pants along with them if my collars made soup bowls.
I dread what I would do with such a hard body how would such hard edges fill out these worshiping stockings
My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography
qua zee mow toe natural formed tunnel.

Digitally remastered and revised
since original version rejected, thus
writer released,  purposely leaked,
and flooded mass media
courtesy the following
self branded watershed vaunted unabridged
sprawling questionable and deplorable
creation loosed upon unassuming readers.

Analogously linkedin with
once upon a time
one doodling dandy Yankee slender man,
whose yang upended, overshadowed,
and eclipsed mine yin,
nevertheless, now yours truly self anointed
as an elder statesman - ha
gifted with unwanted
inxs of abdominal adipose tissue
(attributed to agent provocateur of aging,

which affects my metabolism
and/or courtesy
unwanted side effect reaction
from one or more
of the eight medications
nurse practitioner
at Penn Psychiatric Center
Phoenixville, Pennsylvania location
Elizabeth Clark prescribes),
which gained weight foments tussle

a fight to the death, I can never win
and alternately titled: arm ugh gut tin
yours truly loathes to mensch shin
one alien looking pear shaped
humanoid with redskin
liposuction advised courtesy Doctor Quinn
(a fictional character and magician,
I took poetic license
created above to help eradicate body dysmorphia),
she waved her wand and ****
transformed me into a puffin.

Aye dread getting undressed
and/or getting washed
even without spectacles
thar haint no mo' six pack ab,
which nearly rock ribbed
mid equatorial zone shape shifted
into corpuscular blubbery
ancillary physiognomy
where aye wanna bab
bull posttraumatic stressed out

middle age battle of the bulge
in summer re: a waisted effort
squarely (er rather roundly) testing
the elasticity of extra large sweatpants,
when straining to hide expanding girth
definitely producing undesirable effect,
(especially when floating in briny deep,
I squarely, honestly and closely resemble
the Chinese brother
who swallowed the sea  

strongly urging, necessitating,
and exhorting mister crab
to clamp down with pincers,
viz primitive liposuction,
whence rustling scupper
will efface this fleshed out
human bloviated ruggedly handsome
man of the webbed wide world
a bit heavy around the equator
over self indulgent fleshpot

unable, uneager, unready,
and unwilling to maneuver
his portly ill proportioned body
inducing unprovoked stares,
and tears for fears
eyes tracking billowing supersize shirt
resembling trireme sails being trimmed,
where fleshly freighted sloop
displaces entire watery expanse
stranding, stinging and starving an a ray

of underwater species,
now prolonging requisite inhalation;
I seek desperate sticktoitiveness
guidance courtesy Younan Nowzaradan
with steely mettle
hie trite to iron out flab
thus tis part and parcel of senescence,
yet auxiliary buttressed dermis
effect forming gorged girth
giving "love handles" grab

reigniting reign of terror
viz prepubescent anorexia nervosa,
boot strapped now - wen
remembrance of things past frankly
zapped distorted self-image
evoked holocaust images repugnant;
buttery rolls of fat insta jab
stubborn thoughts of self-loathing
entice me to become a lab
bore a tory guinea pig/
scapegoat role to restore

prime of life build when five foot ten
obviously me no Lemuel Gulliver
alignment could now perchance nab
first place in a slick couture magazine
from the neck down,
cuz face mottled with
nine inch nails clawing skin
wrought unsightly scab
taut torso bearing
fashion model and
senior citizen idol, where
every place I go receiving
venue offers free tab.

To stand stock still until shutterfly
would SnapChat
rippled tummy, could
fill my hungry wallet with inxs of cash
now, aye haint so gorge ***,
WhatsApp with
faux pregnant protuberance,
though thankfully
derriere still rather dash
shing, which palmolive pilot sized buttocks

doth newt offset sorry to report
lost battle of the bulge,
where diet tribes furloughed in a flash
abandoning their respective stations,
gnome hatter sinusoidal
parabolic frontispiece finds me to gnash
my toothless mouth for lack of means
to stave of the depredations
of slump pin proletariat
allowing me a hash

sheesh priceline tag
with hefty weight, acquiescing
this Pillsbury doughboy blivet
to subject himself to the sharp
stings of a cool whip lash
bearing the snap against
raw skin as due process
and supplication for atlas shrug
gin his broad shoulders
at the fountainhead naming me mash
shew Scott in regard to oblate inflation
insulation fiberglass around midsection, and

how ma late mum
(an avid fan of doctor Carleton Fredericks,
who preceded Mehmet Oz), would quash
the love she showered on this sole heir -
resorting to exhaustive palliatives -
even ear rash
shun null gambits,
and as last ditch effort
putting this offspring
on par with an albatross -
vamoose get out with the trash
unless everything (pertaining to
indelible stubborn blubber
comes out at the whoosh she wash
Diet of worms.
John F McCullagh Jun 2020
Farewell, Aunt Jemima,
Goodbye uncle Ben!
It sure was nice to know you
but these stereotypes must end.

Now, about that Pillsbury dough boy-
He shames people who are fat.
Why does he still get a pass?
What is up with that?

Is Captain Crunch a fascist?
Is Tony Tiger really tame?
Will they ditch the Leprechaun?
I know I'll never look at Betty ******* quite the same!

I think that kindly Quaker is the cause of my confusion.
At least its good to know that he's committed to inclusion.
Statues aren't the only ones taking the fall
Mischievous souls laid upon the dead scrolls
Unravelled hell from unleveled gravels
See the words travel fear provoking thoughts
I was brought by paying attention lynching
Clearing the judges to lawyers *******
On my name **** shame crime flames
Dames makes for the worst claims independent
But use you as a dependent say they innocent
Conscious glancing money chancing dancing
Around the stripper topics flashing optics
Microphone prophet watch me lock it drop it
Like a rocket blast off then back at the loft
Mansion style living still giving sins wind
I invoke pain harder than migraines stains
The medulla see me run right through ya
Mack truck chickens deluxe cobra clutch
Ya losing breath fams got damns my jams
Spread all over the thorough heads read
On the front of your streets sweep creeps
Mix Hendricks Gin and Schweppes
Smoke mean green with Swisher sweets
Lace grape to cherry rary strawberries
Yo I'm tryna miss the cemetery
My thoughts tried to bury enemies hurry
Tied me into a guns flurry scurry no worries
Im use to the threats watch spinnin' bagguettes
Turn flesh into maggots detect the Dragnet
And watch the haters get bit cold glitch itch
If ya want ta fuanta pop ya cells shells
Making body swells fans thoughts carousel
Wondering why I shoot more darts
Than Sam Cassell pours fools gimme yours


Yo i Shook from the world's Cinna swirls but herls
All the Boys and girls mind curls earls pearls
Shining off the neck of my favorite girl
Fifth plus thou how art thou take a bow
See the eyes of a foul owl night stalks
None could walk a pitch out the park
Set a spark causin' a wild fire disaster
Master def plaster soul elastics
Stretch it wider than mr fantastic
You feelin' drastic that's just my magic
Working fools mad cuz I'm hurting flirting
With the goetias through pen and papers
Pentagrams photograph a telegram
Watch my enemies from a birds eyes
view try to slam exposing their shams
Eagles nest buries of treasure laid it to rest divine manifest
Picking suckas off like Lawrence Taylor
Thats how a defense raider degrades ya originator
Playa from birth laid out my perks see the girth
For what it's worth I'm catching mirth
From the demons tryna scheme triple beams
Miss my head cuz I'm brain dead all thoughts shed
Tears the afterlife
Instead pain sticking like a knife said
****** was the case escape the ****
Of life's ******* that scrapes crumbs dumbs
Succumbs by the hallowed numbs media drum
I cut off the melody and choose a new switch
Broke the computer glitch shootouts like Mitch
Richmond hit man
The henchmen fools can't comprehend
While I'm breaking shaking hands never faking
Raw undertakings raking money like dough the biggest baking
Pillsbury industry but no tickling me
I'm just tryna keep a legacy like romes papacy
Yeah it goes one for the show three for dough
Bank scrolls sitting bigger than Pillsbury rolls
Naw miss that let'***** some mental quakes
Watch the heart shakes break out the intake fakes
Dont get a chance stake my golden fate
Since I was born in the deep eye of the storm
Hornest swarmed Icouldn't be stung or harmed
Minds swords drawn anagram a pentagram slam
Critics who don't give a **** summer of Sam
Hotter than hells bells flaming glory a bit gory
Let's stick to the story as I sublime category
Angels blowing Dizzie Gillespie tunes spoon-
Fuls of a slight overdose hold the roast to toast
butter over the bread spreads melts your head
Over what i says context clues I'm a valuable
Testing bulls no expendable takin' raw capitols
In capital letter the tombstone im near far way home
Angels fly away circling me like I was prey rays
Beaming see the sunlight scheming demons
Tryna get piece of the mental warpaths release
As my heart rate increase ain't scared to be ceased
Met my inner outer soul through my outer soul
Adrenaline past rock and roll paid the major toll
death is distance cousin to life why do we strife
Nothing but wind knives chopping up thrives
Opportunity lurks patience thin as a needle
War machine kin Don Cheadle rock the Beetles
Back into the temptations it's growing slowing
Up the earth heartbeat but wait she tryna speak
Stop the flow of the creek the streams is too weak
Valcanos even singing saprano clouds on piano
Thunder hits lightening strikes darkest night
Feel horror creeping tight no fight out of sight
Delight angels sitting in the corners of the sun
With infinite wind spans waiting to cash in my sins
Slowly bake sleep but awake to the walking dead
Invest in myself embrace hot in led angels nod head
Is this a dream inside of dream plot the scheme
Cycling rewind it back as the lost son of the millennium
Crammed like forced thoughts in your cranium
Vibraniums cracking 'em axe 'em with my titanium
Swordsmith take a whiff off the axis gases to lift
Raps Jurassic break through scholastic fantastic
As the commodore performing Sunday morning
Easy please believe me im shooting my free ***** silly
Mics catchin' goosebumps from the cold humps stomps
Out the gritty nitty I know y'all feel me me de la soul
Let it grow hits from Htown to Moscow feel me though
Rolling in dough tidy bowl sip a little Sisco Crisco
With my styles no smiles looking for the curves meanwhile
Babygirl finessin' wild dressed for my infinite prowl
As I get the mics warm perform from the early morn
Til the sunshine cracks back into darkness break of dawn


Another day another dollar it make me wanna holla
Got the grit of a rottweiler gene pool was a fool
Old school mile mule don't care about the rules
I break those open rolls Pillsbury watch the bread
Grow suckas thoughts snow beat any scenario so
Don't test ya luck or get hit with the pluck of ya feather
Reflect rhymes like sun off of leather however
Flock stocks black Goodfellas guerilla cold chiller
Who's iller than this man make hits faster than quick sand
Ya understand I'm up on ya like house bids ya dig
This ain't for the kids but for the ultimate hustler
Survival struggler watch for life's shank aimmed juggler
Who ya trusting? Friends quick to be bustin'? Crushing
Ya reality through a dash of fantasy who can it be
Tryna take me outta reality I play safe like Donnie
So stay alert to all of the cons from morn til the break of dawn


Quarter past midnight looking for melon to hit right?
Outta zone out of sight catch the rappers delight
Got beam of an eagles eyesight prey swipe mid-flight
Told y'all to watch for the snipe quick to bite recite
Make haters rewrite it's too easy to make a fuss or fight
I stay true to the game let the light from the flame grain
Season the touching with no interruption clutchin'
The V like Churchill spoil chaos to the shills motion spills
So relax and chill as the music hits ya grill I'm oh so real
No candy rain but I'm leaving a stain begins migraine
Jamming my **** right? Mad tight gaining mad rites
Rituals ****** habitual heavy weight individual
By the words I mean don't let heat come in between
Or intervene green mad man machine super clean
Rockin' it like Smokey n Jackson getting on til the break of dawn
Thoughts dark as an attic suckas get tatted then matted
Into the floor from the full metal jackets bury a hatchet
Ratchet never say gun play suckas make for runways models
Crack the bottle go full throttle cash rolling out lika lotto
Follow ghetto as rallo shows at the apollo Benz on auto
Sharp shooter nose Ak making suckas pose goes a rose
Stiff toes close down doors keep my feet pressed to the floor
Early doomsday somebody take me away from the led spray
On my knees I pray like a mantis destiny to reach Atlantis
Picture this gored out canvas this ain't Kansas tapped toes
Black and white bear tactics panda expand my lecture textures
Coded words moved like a herd for verbs pinched the herbs
Suckas make like a sickle curved you've just been served
Jubilee  wolverine world war two faced like that boy Scar
Playing simba gotta move fasta plant seeds from a rasta
Eat the pasta ravioli globetrotters peace to the shottas
More ranks than Shabba don dada still standing as Big Poppa
Heart of a thrilled chilled **** or be killed sign ya bill sigils
Laying squeals devils printed bills sleep in the high hills
Off the radar memories scarred ship from bar to bar
Karate hibachi my thai chi crazy crawling with rapid energy
Love women's of Wednesday prepared for the takeaway
Pendegrass ***** droppa watch the rico grandee begin to slay
As her breath escapes away ecstacy play *** is forte  
Pleasure for gains brains stains trauma insane reframe
From my old me now I'm the new me mirrors of excellency



Rhyme detective used beats styles rhymes as a contraceptive  
Suckas un perceptive deadly weapons for the selective  
Contrands hands from Japan to Iran Blackwater's mans
High in demand pose under a new company ran signal fans
Underground plans folks still living as slaves in the lands
Yeah in moses water mountains ****** blood seas prophecy
Standing with the wise policy no apology learn any ology
Stay up  to the corrupt cuz they don't want you to wake up
Stacks racks up pillsbury dough stick a flow bleed rhymes galore from shore of my core
Scraping ideas for more mellow my brain til its sore pure
Columbian white flash heights sparkle diamonds sunlight
Jewels looking dragging intellects like dirt under a mule
Use tools rusty never been crusty on the board of trustee
Shake the dice garlic knots for the vampires tryna water the ice
Splice ya toupee take ya breath away from the top gun
Actions old school backgammon  player slayer to the majors
Unserviced behavior still rolling with service craters
Death mimics walking conscious empty thoughts froth
When I season the greens spiff turn mean disappear off screen
No screams once I squeeze the silent beams crack teams
What a relief Indian chief throw up the peace victory release
Repeat D-day mack Valentino policital animal feelin dino
Throw Fred's out the door told ya once more too *******  
Stacy Adam's pent suit once I step out of the kitty doors pours
Reign on ya domain some things still remain the same shame
Haters spectators posing as gators ready to snap payers  
Say ya prayers devils advocate poison all the snake pits

— The End —