Non-sequitur CerealA Poem by MilesBreathless, darn breathless I can't hold a thought so sticky and green Runts be warned I am indeed here to be mean You chewed into this pestilence Like it was a poison arrow! Why, slit my wrists and call me Uncle Sam You're making me leak bone marrow! My job entails me to price and dice Yet, here I am on the brim of a steaming bowl of oatmeal And you're telling me I should be eating cereal?! If it wasn't for your effusive building blocks And your cold, insidious gestures I would be a flaming boat raft on the Mississippi Unfortunately, the wood quickly festers Come back at twilight Noonway's yesterday And you'll have your beaded apples All that and Scrabbles But don't expect a blind man's feast Oh no! This is your cancerous liver we're eating With additional dragon seasoning
© 2011 Miles |
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Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on August 23, 2011 |

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