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"toppings" poems
Life is like a pizza. You crave for a larger one, thinking that you're hungry enough to finish everything yourself. That's like yourself 10 years ago, wanting to become an adult. Now that you're halfway there, all you want to do is go back to being a kid. Sometimes the pizza is too hot, and you've got to wait for it to settle down before shoving it down your throat. The same way, life gets a little rough sometimes, so you sit and wait impatiently, till it gets better. Sometimes, the pizza's too cold. So you heat it up a little. The same way, life gets a little boring sometimes. So you get yourself involved in **** that doesn't necessarily need your attention, under the name of "you only live once". Some pizza toppings are pushed away, because you don't like how it tastes. The same way, you neglect people just because you don't like them. On the other hand, you can't get enough of some pizza toppings. They're too good to stop eating. Those are like family and best friends, you just can't stay away. Although sometimes too much of the same topping makes you want to throw up, you order it the next time anyway, just because you like it. All said and done, at the end of the day, you finish the pizza. That's like death. You really wish there was more pizza, but there's just no more. Sometimes, there's too much, you throw it away. That symbolises suicide. When there's too much to deal with, and you just end it. The only difference is, you can always order another box of pizza, but you can't order another box of life.
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
Life vs Pizza
Life is like a pizza. You crave for a larger one, thinking that you're hungry enough to finish everything yourself. That's like yourself 10 years ago, wanting to become an adult. Now that you're halfway there, all you want to do is go back to being a kid. Sometimes the pizza is too hot, and you've got to wait for it to settle down before shoving it down your throat. The same way, life gets a little rough sometimes, so you sit and wait impatiently, till it gets better. Sometimes, the pizza's too cold. So you heat it up a little. The same way, life gets a little boring sometimes. So you get yourself involved in **** that doesn't necessarily need your attention, under the name of "you only live once". Some pizza toppings are pushed away, because you don't like how it tastes. The same way, you neglect people just because you don't like them. On the other hand, you can't get enough of some pizza toppings. They're too good to stop eating. Those are like family and best friends, you just can't stay away. Although sometimes too much of the same topping makes you want to throw up, you order it the next time anyway, just because you like it. All said and done, at the end of the day, you finish the pizza. That's like death. You really wish there was more pizza, but there's just no more. Sometimes, there's too much, you throw it away. That symbolises suicide. When there's too much to deal with, and you just end it. The only difference is, you can always order another box of pizza, but you can't order another box of life.
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A scarlet confection Made to tasty perfection For your mouth’s inspection The tip of the toppings The vanilla flavored frosting Is so tempting to you The taste bud’s elation In what you are facing Is something like devil’s food cake The tiled floor kitchen In the hours bewitching Leaves your pulse a twitching From the caloric intake And the hours you shorten By licking the shortening They are a mistake But they are your poisonous pleasure Made to bake and yours’ to take It’s a sweet treat we call cake
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
The Cake
3-2-2017 (unknown date of origin) Something's wrong... you don't belong here. I said, looking down at the pineapple on my pizza. I said, looking down at the ketchup on my macaroni. I said, looking down at the cream of mushroom soup on my meatloaf. He said, looking down at me and my boyfriend, holding hands in public. Like I'm a creep.  I'm a ****** What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. You see there's these things that we learn at the dinner table. When we're kids we have certain items served to us on our plates. Whatever doesn't end up there, isn't a part of the discussion. After all, they say if you don't have a seat at the table, you are likely to be on the menu. So, when ****** orientation and gender identity aren't seated at the table of childhood, they get served for the first time in unexpected places.   Like an avante garde celebrity chef's designer meal, prepared for critiques by the food bloggers.   They get served in college classroom debates or in dorm rooms with freshman roommates.   They're on the menu in in some movies but served with a side of stereotypes and silly trope toppings.   They get grinded into glitter dust sprinkled on the annual PRIDE Parades like an overly salty seasoning mix.   They're on the menu in workplace diversity trainings, but too little too late - they get lost in the marginalized buffet.   They get served at the oppression Olympics, or actually at the Olympics unwillingly by a journalist who only pretends to eat a well-balanced diet, but really has LGBT food allergies,  if you know what I mean. In reality, these should be staple dishes consumed by commoners, consumed by you and me, consumed by children along with their healthy daily dose of broccoli and cauliflower, squash and zucchini, even eggplant.   They should be in every ******* cookbook with pictures and all different kinds of recipes! I want every child to have gay on their dinner plate, lesbian lunch, gender nonconforming on the brunch menu, and bisexual breakfast.   And everything in between in the queer spectrum served during snack breaks.   I want every child to look down at their plate and see pineapple pizza and say, gee that looks great!   I love all of the pizza toppings, no matter whether gay or nay. ... except for anchovies, of course.
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 4:28 AM UTC
Pineapple Pizza
3-2-2017 (unknown date of origin) Something's wrong... you don't belong here. I said, looking down at the pineapple on my pizza. I said, looking down at the ketchup on my macaroni. I said, looking down at the cream of mushroom soup on my meatloaf. He said, looking down at me and my boyfriend, holding hands in public. Like I'm a creep.  I'm a ****** What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. You see there's these things that we learn at the dinner table. When we're kids we have certain items served to us on our plates. Whatever doesn't end up there, isn't a part of the discussion. After all, they say if you don't have a seat at the table, you are likely to be on the menu. So, when ****** orientation and gender identity aren't seated at the table of childhood, they get served for the first time in unexpected places.   Like an avante garde celebrity chef's designer meal, prepared for critiques by the food bloggers.   They get served in college classroom debates or in dorm rooms with freshman roommates.   They're on the menu in in some movies but served with a side of stereotypes and silly trope toppings.   They get grinded into glitter dust sprinkled on the annual PRIDE Parades like an overly salty seasoning mix.   They're on the menu in workplace diversity trainings, but too little too late - they get lost in the marginalized buffet.   They get served at the oppression Olympics, or actually at the Olympics unwillingly by a journalist who only pretends to eat a well-balanced diet, but really has LGBT food allergies,  if you know what I mean. In reality, these should be staple dishes consumed by commoners, consumed by you and me, consumed by children along with their healthy daily dose of broccoli and cauliflower, squash and zucchini, even eggplant.   They should be in every ******* cookbook with pictures and all different kinds of recipes! I want every child to have gay on their dinner plate, lesbian lunch, gender nonconforming on the brunch menu, and bisexual breakfast.   And everything in between in the queer spectrum served during snack breaks.   I want every child to look down at their plate and see pineapple pizza and say, gee that looks great!   I love all of the pizza toppings, no matter whether gay or nay. ... except for anchovies, of course.
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I'm so bored tell me a story play an online game with me someone text me buy me a lamb make a new tweet take me shopping buy me a wii u I'm so bored everything's so boring I have no games on the wii so I am bored as can be someone post on instagram something saying "yeet" get me pizza with lots of toppings is anyone else bored, too?
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
Bored As Heck
Did you just call me ugly? How blind could you be? Don't you know that I got God inside of me? Tell me dear.... So, full of pride and so focused on your youthful looks. How much makeup? How much pride? How many people? Will be at your side, When you close your eyes for the last time. Tried to be **** at times myself. Those ideas blew up in my face. Got a lot of regret debts anchored down in the valleys of the wrinkles on my face. Did you know I used to have abs? Not anymore. One day I heard my stomach having a private conversation, with gravity. Gravity said, 'Winning!' Took my abs away. Gave me arthritis and a fever in its place. I **** so much. I swear someone has a gun to my *** It is so ****** up, when the pistol starts to cry and laugh. I need a walker most of the time. I guess the only crime I committed was staying alive. Yeah, I am old. So, what! I made it this far. Take your *** on and be thankful for who you are. You don't know how good you got it. You can still get around, Without leaving fun size Hersey bars behind on the ground. 'Hey, old dude, what Hersey bars are you referring to you?  The thing I see behind you are chocolate bars, With corn toppings. The old man starts to laugh. The young lady says, 'Do you mean to tell me that you ******* while you were talking to me this whole time? The young lady began to puke. 'Baby, I didn't **** on myself. My *** did all the work. I haven't been able to control my bladder for a few months now. Here is a tissue for your mouth though?' 'Did you just hand me your depends?' The young lady said. 'Yep! These Depends never judge me and makes me feel very special.' The young lady walks away, as she continues to puke. The old guy says, 'She is so slow. I thought that she would have given me my Depends diaper back. 'Uh oh! What am I going to doo-do in now? That girl stole my Depends! (C) Copyrighted
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
**Don't Mess with a 85 Year Old Man**
Did you just call me ugly? How blind could you be? Don't you know that I got God inside of me? Tell me dear.... So, full of pride and so focused on your youthful looks. How much makeup? How much pride? How many people? Will be at your side, When you close your eyes for the last time. Tried to be **** at times myself. Those ideas blew up in my face. Got a lot of regret debts anchored down in the valleys of the wrinkles on my face. Did you know I used to have abs? Not anymore. One day I heard my stomach having a private conversation, with gravity. Gravity said, 'Winning!' Took my abs away. Gave me arthritis and a fever in its place. I **** so much. I swear someone has a gun to my *** It is so ****** up, when the pistol starts to cry and laugh. I need a walker most of the time. I guess the only crime I committed was staying alive. Yeah, I am old. So, what! I made it this far. Take your *** on and be thankful for who you are. You don't know how good you got it. You can still get around, Without leaving fun size Hersey bars behind on the ground. 'Hey, old dude, what Hersey bars are you referring to you?  The thing I see behind you are chocolate bars, With corn toppings. The old man starts to laugh. The young lady says, 'Do you mean to tell me that you ******* while you were talking to me this whole time? The young lady began to puke. 'Baby, I didn't **** on myself. My *** did all the work. I haven't been able to control my bladder for a few months now. Here is a tissue for your mouth though?' 'Did you just hand me your depends?' The young lady said. 'Yep! These Depends never judge me and makes me feel very special.' The young lady walks away, as she continues to puke. The old guy says, 'She is so slow. I thought that she would have given me my Depends diaper back. 'Uh oh! What am I going to doo-do in now? That girl stole my Depends! (C) Copyrighted
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I had to go into the big city well big for me anyway a beautiful drive still dreaming I think looks right down on the water that city at Lake Champlain. So what did you get? Oh. You're seriously asking, alright. Well, it's for a lovely couple this weekend getting married. Oh I see, do tell Chef ? I picked some beautiful ingredients for pumpkin cheesecake some candies... I especially love the sunflower seed drops in magenta, violet, lime green, burnt orange, tangerine and dark  chocolate, they look like little fall tears. I also found some vinted honeymoon wine A voigner with a lovely fragrant crisp taste Hmmmm...interesting, go on? It signifies the full moon in June after the flowers turn into young grapes some honeysuckle Aromas followed by luscious mango and nectar Paired with roasting chicken & beautifully seasonal fingerling potatoes and this amazing rustic sweet potato bread gorgeous heirloom vegetables in a few various choices delicately cooking squash all seasoned to perfection bringing nutty joy to all in an aromatic feathery plume of goodness finally... green goddess dressing and roasted nuts, berries among other toppings for a brilliant salad. Oh...well any invitations still open? I'm not sure, but you can be my guest in the kitchen come along take your hat off what's the hurry? Cherie Nolan© 2016
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
"Take Your Hat Off What's The Hurry- A Chef's Perspective"
Pizza is my life I started out as dough with doughy eyes Mother picks me up Mother molds me After no time at all I'm sent down the line Toppings... Things other people want but I get By the end the toppings are as important as the dough Sometimes I wonder if there was any dough to begin with Because the foundation is changed so much by the fires of the oven The chaos makes me steam, bubble, and boil Once I simmer down I'm recognizable as what I should be but not what I once was Now that I'm developed it's time to be delivered into the world And find my own home But what will I find when I get there? Will it be love? Or will I be ate up and shat out? Or is there a difference?
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
Pizza
- Ode to food .  Barbecue Ribs ;  I Swear If Youu Were a person  youu'd Have a Crown .  You'd Be The Queen of your town .  Youu make Other Foods Envy Youu Because of your delicious Barbeque  Sauce And Your Juicy Meat .  Youu got fans because Your who their mouth wants to meet .  Ice cream ;  Your cold ,  But you never get old .  Everyone Loves Youu ,Your Like Your Heaven sent . Everyone Loves you Exept For the lactose - intolerant .    You come in different flavors ,  Your served in different Dishes ,  You have different Toppings ,  The one thing people Is Scared To do to youu is dropping .  Youu melt down people's Throat ,  Filling them with joy .  Youu make babys Wanna leave their favorite toy .  Chips ;  Crunchy ,  Munchy .  Who Dosnt Eat Youu ?  Like , I mean everyone Likes you new .  Your so fly .  Not literaly Fly .  Thats Apparently a lie ,  Its Obvious  you cant fly .  Your different .  Youu Come differently ..  Your so good they clone youu Continuesly .  Chicken ;  Youu had to die  To Satisfy .  Youu do Good to my stomach ,  Make Me Feel good .  Your so good .  Youu Can even be barbequed ,  Your so good i wanna play a harp for youu . You Can Be Boiled Too .  But I Dont Like you like that , Eww . Candy ;  Your so dandy .  You Come In Different Varieties .  Skittles , M&MS; Even Jelly beans .  Who dont love youu , i mean Youu That Babie .  Everyone love youu Exept People with Diabetes .  This Is My Ode Too Food .  Food That Taste M-m-m Good .
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
Ode to food
- Ode to food .  Barbecue Ribs ;  I Swear If Youu Were a person  youu'd Have a Crown .  You'd Be The Queen of your town .  Youu make Other Foods Envy Youu Because of your delicious Barbeque  Sauce And Your Juicy Meat .  Youu got fans because Your who their mouth wants to meet .  Ice cream ;  Your cold ,  But you never get old .  Everyone Loves Youu ,Your Like Your Heaven sent . Everyone Loves you Exept For the lactose - intolerant .    You come in different flavors ,  Your served in different Dishes ,  You have different Toppings ,  The one thing people Is Scared To do to youu is dropping .  Youu melt down people's Throat ,  Filling them with joy .  Youu make babys Wanna leave their favorite toy .  Chips ;  Crunchy ,  Munchy .  Who Dosnt Eat Youu ?  Like , I mean everyone Likes you new .  Your so fly .  Not literaly Fly .  Thats Apparently a lie ,  Its Obvious  you cant fly .  Your different .  Youu Come differently ..  Your so good they clone youu Continuesly .  Chicken ;  Youu had to die  To Satisfy .  Youu do Good to my stomach ,  Make Me Feel good .  Your so good .  Youu Can even be barbequed ,  Your so good i wanna play a harp for youu . You Can Be Boiled Too .  But I Dont Like you like that , Eww . Candy ;  Your so dandy .  You Come In Different Varieties .  Skittles , M&MS; Even Jelly beans .  Who dont love youu , i mean Youu That Babie .  Everyone love youu Exept People with Diabetes .  This Is My Ode Too Food .  Food That Taste M-m-m Good .
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I don't want to talk about the weather I don't want to talk about how humid it was today, or how it rained some time last week I want to talk about if you think the aliens are real I want to talk about which type of flower reminds you of your mother And I want to talk about what song from the last five years reminds you of summer I want to talk about the pets you had growing up and their names and the marks on their coats I want to talk about the first time you fell in love and what her smile looked like Did she have crooked teeth? Were her lips painted red the day you noticed you loved her? I want to talk about what kind of toppings you like on your pizza And I want to talk about how you like your coffee in the morning Do you prefer more sugar, more cream? Black coffee, or no coffee at all? I want to talk about your stance on immigration laws or abortion or gun control I want to talk about where you have most felt at home Was it the basement at your mother's place, where you first got laid? Or maybe it is the baseball field where you scored your first home run? I want to talk about who you are when no one is looking, because that's when it counts the most Do you always spare a dollar for the homeless man under the bridge at the intersection by work? Do you hold the door open for old ladies with six bags in their arms and a coat full of cat hair? I want to talk about everything and anything except the weather
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
I Don't Want To Talk About the Weather
I can't quite wrap it around my head **** polishing hobgoblin Gobbling hot fudge banana split sundaes topped with ***** cherry toppings What I'm looking for Just on the tip of my tongue Just the tip I can almost put my finger in it *On it Oops! A slip of the lips Verbally retching Wretched word ***** Armed with an armada of double entendres Sensationally double penetrating your ear canals!
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
Crescendoing Innuendo
What do I have at my disposal? A knack for always wanting to write My intuitive messages down. But it’s got no substance, It’s got no meat. I’m all bread and cheese and Condiment without any meat. It’s fitting for a vegan, I suppose, But not for a poet. The poet has to lead breadcrumbs For the reader in order to get to the meat Of the poem, the substance, the protein. Where is it? I’m lacking substance where I have all these Nice little toppings and sauces and vegetables, I have a dipping sauce for this sandwich, But no meat! I have to go to the store, I have to keep honing my skill. I have to develop a hunger for meat.
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
Meat
Forget the onion and all its layers thats obvious You are undeserving for such a cliché So I invite a different perspective Think of a base, flour and egg kneaded together like I need you, so dense in identical morals Folded with mirrored ideology of future fortuity Dipped sensually with a sauce so thick, Thicker than blood or water, Blended as one to create a sea of red as deep as our hearts pumping vitality Sprinkled softly with the most palatable, mouth watering mozzarella Each placing full of utter affection, Long lost stares while you sit innocent to me feasting my eyes upon your moreish persona. The only quandry we must face is whose decision that day of toppings to showcase Who gets the chance to tease additional flavours, delicious tasters To open eyes to attributes unseen before, Hopes set high to electrify taste buds Wanting the other to crave more Ingredients brought together for a flavoursome pizza You are my hawaiian As i, Your meatfeast. Opposing trimmings Eachothers 1st choice One anothers perfection to quench their dying hunger
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
Pizza perfectionism
******* and bra's mindlessly slung over chairs while the serenade of squeaky bed frames is aided by the collaboration of lustful moans Chocolate sauce drizzled over naked flesh the toppings of whip cream and strawberries are also included..... The exchanging of saliva.... passionate kisses conclude the motion of passionate ******
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
****** Rendezvous
Dominoes On Pizza Look at you, You look so delicious. No one can hear you, You are godless. Oh little pizza, You look so tasty, All I want to do is put you in my mouth! The taste and feeling, Takes me to my higher self! I like to play dominoes on pizza, Adds another dimension of flavor! A nice thick base! With tomato paste! Clothed in cheese! Sporting meaty toppings! I like the taste when it’s fresh outta the oven! Not when it is reheated the very next morning! Oh my sweet little pizza! You bring a rainbow of flavor! I lift you gently up to my face, A quivering lip reveals my excitement. You look like a great appetizer! You shall sedate my endless hunger! At least till the next one. Slice them! Dice them! Eat them! Digest them! I love the taste of a screaming pizza, It brings in a very interesting flavor.
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC
Dominoes On Pizza
Coming home from the mass, body stretches became endless no hurried showers were done some returned to bed, everything was on a slow pace....but then, kitchen aromas roused sluggish senses, revealed garlic and onion sauteing, beef stewing, stuffed fish grilling, even the smell of parched soil, being sprinkled with water...became fragrant... all rushed to the table...for lunch... .............................................. dessert, was a choice...nothing...or, slices of pie..fresh strawberries dipped in condensed milk...peanuts, sour chips, or salty tortillas, with salsa, all these, over loud talks...whispers, wholesome family conversations, where endings are ever unpredictable ............................................... each Sunday carries a different mood ...with cups of tea, or coffee, when discussions are serious, long, hushed... most times, they're a tall glass of sundae, with shaved ice, sago, sweetened yam, or, beans, milk, and sugar........ decisions made, and agreed upon are the multi colored toppings, pretty much like syrup.....or ice cream... ................................................... seven days.....with different names... each family member brings in a new shade we do our best, to start, and end each day ................with pleasant airs .................especially on Sundays, ......when families gather together... .................................................. Sally Copyright March 26, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
Sunday
everyone agrees that you're tasteless and flavourless when it comes to choosing the ingredients to make the dough for love. similar to a slice of cold, leftover pizza, hated like pineapples as the toppings, slapped on like a can of expired tomato sauce, cut away like unwanted crustings, and being as cheap as a low-quality mozzarella. definitely loved by me but purely hated by the entire world.
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
cold, leftover pizza
Rumpled feathers wrinkled in time switchfeet running on a half battery a horrible situation if you aren't accustomed but to the rest an average day- breakfast lunch and dinner nutrients, calories, sustenance cherry bombs make lovely sundae toppings then all goes nuts- kaboom, kaplow may all the tall ones wear pin striped suits and carry pinwheels and pin buttons of political preference to breast pockets out pops golden sunshine rays of gamma and joy proletariat eternity cannot decide between juvenile altercations or the same ole same ole way of ********
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Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
Refundamental
A small, blonde haired child peers into a mirror his reflection shows a short beard-- dark brown hair with streaks of gray. He just finished eating ice cream in a room where his Aunt suffered until death. The toppings were sprinkles and the lies his parents told him about the day she died. In the reflection, the little child noticed a picture of a woman he’s never met. But throbbing, sleepless headaches And $5 red wine breath from the reflection say otherwise. He draws cuts on his wrists to remember her in the future. His superhero and wrestling action figures are strewn about in ****** positions he doesn’t know about. Yet.     When the power goes out-- TV stays on. The little boy watches silver orbs drill into someone’s head while hugging his power rangers blanket. In his head he recites  David Lynch’s Alphabet. The scent of hotcakes lingers in the air. Before dissipating, Uncle mumbles about the deaths of the child's siblings that haven't happened. Little child was given money by grandparents, For church, but it smells like **** In the background, the reflection has portraits of Ginsberg and William Godwin.
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Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 10:43 PM UTC
De-liberation
Oh the delicious cheese! Its soo tasty! so..... different so.. extraordinary Its comes with toppings! to help you eat more so you can be satisfied and hopefully not hungry anymore they bring it to you on time so you can enjoy the deliciousness of this modern marvel. Enjoy and eat more.
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
Deliciousness of this marvel!
I like to play dominoes on pizza! It brings in such an interesting flavor! Only when it is fresh out of the oven, Not when it is reheated the very next morning! A nice thick base! With tomato paste! Clothed in cheese! Sporting meaty toppings! I pilot this Italian plane with a cargo of screaming cheeses. Heading down the corridors into the chamber between two orifices! Oh little pizza, Where we are going, No one can hear you. My mouth is foaming, I just want to taste you. My palms are sweating, My lips are quivering, I need to put you in my mouth. Got me feeling like my higher self! The pizza’s sad. The hotdog’s sad. The pasta’s sad. The ice cream’s sad. The map is sad. The sauce is sad. The walnut’s sad. All of these little things are sad! Taking this pizza, To the kitchen island, With a black and white handkerchief. I gently hold it in my hand, And lift it up to my trembling face. Mouth outpouring for a smooth landing. It’s going to a very dark place. You look so tasty, Take a step into my sliding meat elevator. I close the doors, And I am met with another dimension of flavor. We are going down, Take this ride with me, We are heading to flavor town.
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Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC
Dominoes On Pizza
A good poem is like a good sandwich the layers are the lines that if not ordered right would not rhyme and you wouldn't take a bite The toppings are the words alone are insignificant but together make something magnificent so rich with hidden messages and meanings another way to eat your feelings The sauce is the bit added hesitantly because you're not sure how it is connected these flavours you've perfected and you hope the pieces all add together to make your piece of art for you to munch your rhyming lunch
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
A good poem is like a good sandwich
What is cancer like I just wondered if it was like a vitamin burp Or something thing that just tasted wrong Maybe like a song that runs through your mind Or when you wake up with your throat raw Might be the smell from *** Maybe it tastes like a pizza with bad toppings Or not me
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
Defense
*rarely ,,there is a question that is difficult to answer and thoroughly,,,there is an answer which is*  no need to question yes it is ,,just if you only believe in our prayer for there is no impossible with God for our avocation for each one of you  are the icing on the top of my cake you as a whole were the toppings that can distinguish what kind of pizza is me? what is the use of my vase without the flowers on it, especially to the apple of my eye! but i can not please everybody; perhaps i didn't mean to make some of you feels like as if  water for chocolate
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
fingerprint
Honeyed sweet lust drips a trail I long to travel tongue travail Pert and round ripe, ready to pick my mouth waters as I long to lick Anticipation pains me I want to dig in my body readies for original sin Salivary sensations toppings galore this time its honey no need for more
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
Honeyed Sweet Lust
I ate lunch at Taco Bell this afternoon. As I was people watching, I noticed a guy who looked just like "Chief" Bromden. He was working on a burrito and looking forlorn. As he took his biggest bite, the bite that signified his commitment to enjoying that burrito, all the guts fall out of it. He was visibly upset by this and embarrassed as well. It made me think that such a happening is universal. Hot, gooey pizza toppings or burrito guts have fallen in our collective laps or bounced off of our shirts and onto the floors of a million restaurants between us. It ***** and often it produces that feeling we get in our stomachs when we’ve become the center of unwanted attention; even if no one is watching. This guy had the saddest face I’d ever seen. It was really depressing. But, in the end, I found myself hoping that he’d smother me with a pillow if ever he found me to be the victim of an unnecessary lobotomy. **** you, Nurse Rached. *** -JBClaywell ©P&ZPublications; 2016
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
Burritos w/ "The Chief"