Thursday, June 30, 2005
Plastic ala carte
he padded
across the boiler room
fingers furtively outstretched
he stiffles a whimper
for the furnace is hot
searing the flesh of his fleshy palm
and his face contorts
lips churlishedly curled
then a predisposed calm takes over
his hand withdraws
and he examines the charred flesh
his pink tongue
traces a wet trail on his palm
eyes heavenward
he mutters
mmm.. charcoal chicken
jubilant, he prances away
sister sister, i was right after all!
and now you'll have to eat your plastic doll!
across the boiler room
fingers furtively outstretched
he stiffles a whimper
for the furnace is hot
searing the flesh of his fleshy palm
and his face contorts
lips churlishedly curled
then a predisposed calm takes over
his hand withdraws
and he examines the charred flesh
his pink tongue
traces a wet trail on his palm
eyes heavenward
he mutters
mmm.. charcoal chicken
jubilant, he prances away
sister sister, i was right after all!
and now you'll have to eat your plastic doll!
# posted by spacemanjoe @ 01:35 
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she waited
across the boiler room
hot steam envelops
her lithe frame
clothed in a discount frock
its hem frayed from wear
through her squinted eyes
a boy in the heat
not a wizard in the kitchen
nor a culinary expert
just a plain daft boy
puerile fool,
didn't i say
my hands taste like chicken
now your doll's head
has to be bitten!
brother dearest
mother was right when she said
that she dropped you on the head
this isn't a plastic dolly
it's made of orange lolly!
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across the boiler room
hot steam envelops
her lithe frame
clothed in a discount frock
its hem frayed from wear
through her squinted eyes
a boy in the heat
not a wizard in the kitchen
nor a culinary expert
just a plain daft boy
puerile fool,
didn't i say
my hands taste like chicken
now your doll's head
has to be bitten!
brother dearest
mother was right when she said
that she dropped you on the head
this isn't a plastic dolly
it's made of orange lolly!
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: 5/7/05 19:07
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