who foo?A Poem by Murisaka
how delicious the taste
as the warm gooey substance slid past my face I couldn't control myself I wanted more but where could I go that would proffer it to me like an average grocer store? It was found in buckets by the gallon, and pound but the white tasty treat was nowhere to be found it tasted of man and his deep burning desire but my stomach growled for more than one sire. It was an act against humanity even if proposed in a modest way to curb the population by eating the nation was a dreadful thought but it was a flavor the flavor of human flesh that I still sought and soon I knew it could be bought. That delicious flavor with out the brain cancer causing savor would be on the shelves that very day now if only I was going that way. © 2011 Murisaka |
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2 Reviews Added on April 19, 2011 Last Updated on April 19, 2011 AuthorMurisakaChiloquin, ORAboutI'm William, 18, yeah (sarcasm) I like writing poetry, and I tend to look at my life, feelings, and the music I listen to for inspiration. If you haven't already found out from reading my poems I tend.. more..Writing
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