My stuff
Where is my crap?
Ugh, you lost the damn thing
Customer service does jack shit
Not pleased.
Frozen
More Lean Cuisines
Spruce it up with rice, cheese
Tastes like a fancy feast to me
Cat food.
Red light
You drove through it
Pay heed to your own life
If not that, the ones around you
You suck.
Three words
Two hearts lay still
Thousand meanings between
One moment arrested by time
Gone... Gone.
Brie cheese
That creamy funk
I eat the rind, of course
Too lazy to put on crackers
Still good.
T Bell
What is this shit?
Tacos shaped like canoes
The beef is like a donkey paste
Let’s go.
Author's note: Five out of the six poems are based on today's events. Food is my muse.
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