"twinkies" poems
Ive been fat my entire life.
Things I've tried.
B12.
Eating disorders
Bulimia
Obsessive exercise
Dieting
Not dieting
Throwing up
I'm less fat now
My ribs don't show
I wish they would though.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
Islamist Extremists. Boat Capsized.
Obama and Nelson Mandela. Celebrity Lies.
Plane Crash. Forest Fires.
Missing Girl. Handgun-buyers.
Amazon Lawsuit. ANT-MAN. Low Supplies!
Walmart Empty Shelves. Chinese Food Scandal.
Microsoft Layoffs. Heat and Gasoline. Oil.
Mad Max! Comic Book Convention Drama.
Breast Lumps and Swelling.
Television. Veteran's Hospitals.
Israel and Gaza Fight On.
Beachgoers Hit by Lightning.
Baseball Drinking Songs.
Sci-fi, Wi-fi, Ebola, and Libya.
Ukraine. Venezuela. Marriage. Liver failure.
Allen Webster. USA. RACE CARS.
Global Catastrophe Down to Warming of the Earth.
Dinosaurs Had Feathers. MH17. Profits.
Desert Bakery. Syria. We Must be Mad.
Philippines: 100 Million People on an Island.
Salmonella Lawsuit. Cheeseburger Diet.
Twinkies Never Going Bad.
Putin, Palin, and the Tour de France.
Fracking. Cats and Dogs.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
Remember how I'd smoke after school
outside your classroom window
watching you pack up your briefcase,
pulling your arms through your blazer sleeves?
Four cigarettes in a ring
between my thumb and fingertips,
an "okay" sign.
You preferred jean dresses with the hips cut out,
knee-high fishnet socks,
my hair wrapped curiously in bandana red
with my eyes outlined in black.
I stole condoms and Twinkies,
brought them to your apartment
after you'd call to unwrap me
like penny candy
on the mattress in the middle of your floor,
each tear in synch with the teeth
of your zipper releasing.
A green wrapper
and an empty trash can
next to my book bag.
You licked your fingers
after the last bite.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
*Peanuts, water, healthy snacks.
Frosted flakes, ******* jacks.
Eggs and ham, sausage links.
Tortillas, energy drinks.
Triple chocolate bundt cakes,
Little MiOs, Gatorades.
Cupcakes, twinkies, and pop tarts.
Lots of shopping, I should start.
Buuuut I won't. Cuz I'm lazy.*
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 11:54 PM UTC
We are a slew of
antibiotics, genetically-modified foods, preservatives and dyes.
Our bodies contain everything that doesn't exist in nature.
No wonder why our grades are freefalling along with our pitiful economy.
We blindly invest in the pollution of our food supply and environment by wolfing down Twinkies and Doritos.
I implore you to eat what your grandma considers as food.
Not Pop-Tarts. Fruit Gushers or Swiss Rolls
but produce.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
I wear my hunger like a badge of honor
every stomach’s groan and garble is victory
wrapped in lettuce, hold the beef
and bun.
My manly appetite shrinks
from triumphant buttons bursting
to greens garnished with greens
after salads, please no dressing
or any cheese.
Beer drunk pizzas parties
turn tomato sauce on egg white omelets
scantly sprinkled with fat free
turkey pepperoni, and all fake
dairy Cheesus.
A good idea
becomes chocolate dipped
peanut butter Twinkies
served with stomach ache
covered in batter fried bits of bacon.
Trophies are knuckles
cheekbones and ribs
once buried by doughnuts
frosted with funnel cakes
served in soda pop.
So I hang my badge of hunger on bones
happily sitting behind baggy skin and habits
wrapped in clothes, I never thought
would fit.
Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 8:35 PM UTC
They’re a militant group of foodies of whom we live in constant dread.
They’re not ones to be satisfied with bribes of jam and bread.
They’re like a plague of locusts, descending on Food Mart.
Soon not a Twinkies left alive, just wrappers in the park.
They started out as teenagers staring at an open fridge.
The concept of “leftovers” they view as a sacrilege.
They’ll eat you out of house and home and leave you not a crumb.
You thought your cookie stash was safe, but now you’re feeling numb.
How did we let it get this far? Should the government intervene?
Hear their cry “Aloha Snack-bar” It makes me want to scream
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
I went to the chip shop yesterday and ate a year off my life.
They have fried everything there.
Fried macaroni and cheese and fried pizza.
Fried snickers bars and fried twinkies.
I know the stuff if murdering my heart,
but I'm too old to care anymore.
Some things are worth it.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
to think about an addiction
like it’s a sentient being,
but that’s how it feels.
like it’s something living
inside you. something
you can’t get rid of because
killing it means killing you.
i can’t really understand
addictions to drugs or alcohol.
things that control you.
but an eating disorder
is an addiction you control.
wait, is that paradoxical?
i prefer to believe not.
either way, i kick off my shoes,
slide along the tile and into
the kitchen, calming my genie
with promises. twinkies. ice
cream bars. Halloween candy.
***** the trick-or-treaters.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
There are stairs
And sloped roads
And hills
And blind curves
And switch-backs
And dead-ends....
Sometimes.
Sometimes there are
Twinkies and hot chocolate.
And comfy chairs.
And Pop-Cycles.
And low-gravity days.
Sometimes "Sometimes" is
Worth it.
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 12:23 AM UTC
I love Twinkies,
The sweet food, not the guys.
I love how they taste
And ignore the chubby thighs.
Gedunk.
I really dig pizza,
The kind covered with stuff
I eat it every day.
I just can’t get enough.
Gedunk.
Ice cream is great
I can eat it by the tub
And then I look like one
A human tub, there’s the rub.
Gedunk
It’s a US Navy word
For tasty stuff I like to eat;
Anything high sugar
Low food value and very sweet.
Gedunk.
The kind of stuff I like
When I’m at the movies.
Sweet, greasy or salty.
Sometimes even hyper meaty.
Gedunk.
Food value no need,
Just something to munch.
Nutrition and such
Just leave that for lunch.
Gedunk.
The same with politics
I usually kind of go along.
If the issues are annoying
Well that’s just wrong.
Gedunk.
I want someone who talks
About stuff that’s easy to hear.
Like football, and sports.
Politics doesn’t go with beer.
Gedunk.
I want to hear simple things
Like blaming others for what’s wrong.
See? I just vote my gut
And kind of just go along.
Gedunk.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
*home
let me come home
home is whenever I'm with you*
Home is where I forget how the earth feels beneath my feet,
because you leap so high and take me with you.
Home is what you call the static the moonlight makes
when it bounces off my floorboards at
1:47 am.
Home is when my mind hears those three chords and
it hits the same way it did the first time
(even if the twiddle and the bend are different now then they were before).
Home is whoever makes me laugh until milk
(and soup and coke and twinkies)
shoots out of my nose in a fit of glee.
Home is when I forget to take out my trash but manage to hide it
)in my sister's room(
and nobody gets in trouble.
Home is your sweater,
(and socks and trousers and suspenders and cap)
on my floor,
letting blue
(you)
melt into green
(me).
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 6:51 PM UTC
It’s not till you become an adult
That you reflect on the ******
Adults of your youth
Waiting on our dad in the car
As he attends his AA and court ordered Domestic Violence class
And he comes out and lights a cigarette and we have to wait another 5 minutes
He must’ve been mid 30s then
Or my aunt
She never worked
Had 13 cats, a hallway and
House full of stuff
We’d go by and there was a
Path to get to her bed
The rest was trash
Self help books and
A dozen or so roaches
Self helping themselves to
Her leftover Twinkies
She must’ve been in her
Early 40s then
Or my uncle
Who we’d tag along with
Cause he was a free babysitter
And he’d collect his unemployment check
Take out a little pipe and
**** on it and blow the smoke
Out the window
&
Look at the jobs that were
Offered to him
‘Oh **** that...’
He was fond of saying
I’m guessing he was in
His late 20s then
Never really holding down
Any job
And now I’m an adult
Working 70-75 hours a week
At a **** job
With a **** boss
And a **** ex
Who just ***** all over everything
I do
Maybe if I had beat my kids in a
Drunken stupor
Or allowed myself to be sad
To let the roaches in
Or was perpetually high all
The time
I’d have time for metaphors
But I don’t
I’m raw
My words are too
And I wonder what my young ones
Will say 30 years from now
When they’re adults...
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
Lonely days, soft and cloudy
Lonely nights, sad and sleepy
She binges on Twinkies and whiskey
She's looking for signs of Spring
She's looking for lovers and sounds of laughter
She's looking for any old thing
To come back to life
To end winter's strife
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
I'll never forget the day,
I raced through new york city.
There was only one adversary,
He claimed to never lose.
He was fast and scary,
unpredictable and menacing.
I surely couldn't prevail.
Nevertheless I ran, I raced,
We were head to head the whole time.
Running with no time to waste,
Dodging puddles and pedestrians.
I even hurdled a rail.
The finish line crept into sight,
We were still neck and neck.
Running fast enough to take flight,
I realised this was my race to win.
I knew I couldn't fail.
I lengthened my stride,
I pumped my arms.
And with one last kick and a look to the side,
I leaned into the finish.
I won.
He walked around,
And caught his breath.
He approached me without a sound,
But to my surprised he stopped and smiled.
He shook my hand for what I had done.
I will never forget what happened next,
inside an infamous hot dog restaurant.
Waiting for fried twinkies out on the decks,
He told me this.
It meant a ton:
"Today you beat me fair and square,
I tried my hardest, but I failed.
We will race again, you better prepare
But if you race with that much determination,
I will never be able to beat you for fun.
I jogged back to where I began,
With quite a story to tell.
I wasn't supposed to have ran,
I put others at risk.
But if I hadn't chosen to run,
I wouldn't have learned how to beat myself.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
To be young and dumb
Wandering without destination,
The night is in full swing
Blank sky, smothered by the warm lights of the city
We stumble upon a tiny convenience store at the corner of realidad y sueños
A seemingly ordinary site now stands out as a beacon of promise on the abandoned street
This is what I love about the night.
We enter into a jungle of twinkies and boxed wine, paired with the aroma of stale cigarettes
I am in awe...
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
We all saw how Alice clumsily fell down that hole into wonderland
But I ponder an wondered could there have been another hole leading to another land ?
One that she couldn't see
How deep could this rabbit hole be
I wonder what strange things we would see
Maybe a two headed dog
Or a cat that croak like a frog
How strange would this undiscovered land be?
Would there be horses the size of nails?
Would they have snails that weren't so frail ?
Could the move faster then the speed of lightning?
Would there be an ice ring you can wear around your fingers ?
Or maybe twinkies would have eyes
A dragon chasing its tail
Would the sky be more then one color ?
Would there even be gravity ?
Could you only talk if you didn't walk An could you walk only of you didn't talk
How strange would that be
All of this down a second rabbit hole
Into another land more stranger and more wonderful
Then wonderland
How deep would this second rabbit hold go
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
predisposed to seeing things more real
than ghostly
having been on trips afar
where mushrooms are a delicacy
and LSD stands for Lands So Dreamy
I came upon Priscilla
this slight ****** high **** just right
hips swerving *** two handfuls
dream
that asked if I were hungry
I drooled yesp
she laughed
we hit it off
a high time had till
I found she lived with three
young disciples of the darkness
devil's spawn and mortal dread
having our way at dawn her children called upon the
cake and ice cream demons to deliver silence
as they crept
around the house twinkies flying and cake sans icing
ice cream suddenly disappearing
the next morn Priscilla showed her true colors
flew into a frenzy the broom spun as she flew the vroom of
the broom spinning twixt her legs
all hell breaking loose
the black cats
hid with me beneath the coffee table
I had to pay the neighbor ten dollars and pledge
I had not seen him
to call me a cab to get home.
From Faydette.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
Once upon a thinner time
Many pounds ago,
My neck was long and, oh, so slim...
Wherever did it go?
I had a neck, I know I did,
The slimmest one around,
But when I search the mirror now
It’s no where to be found.
I can’t say when it happened.
Time passes by so fast.
The things we take for granted are
The things that never last.
I know what prompted its demise...
‘Twas one of many sins.
I can’t say no to Twinkies
Now it’s buried ‘neath my chins.
Perhaps we’ll meet again one day,
But it matters not, you see,
For I know that with or without my neck,
I’m still the same old me.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
I'll eat heathy and lose weight.
I'll shop for a livable diet,
Low carbs, nil sugar, no fat.
I will do better this year.
I'll draw more, paint more, eat more.
I'll surely do better now that I'm older and wiser.
No more German chocolate cake, fruit tarts,
Strawberries Romanov, pastrami on German rye,
Boullibaise, Fried Chicken, Schweinsbraten,
Ice Cream with Chocolate Sauce, Fat Burgers.
Marshmallows, Tater-tots, Twinkies, Pies
I shall do bet... Aw ***** it--
Prime rib and mashed potatoes tonight
And pancakes for breakfast!
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 6:07 AM UTC