Micro-waveA Poem by Soil Creep
Moo.
Smells like nuclear fallout Tastes like yellow skin flakes from a dark man Hey nails, come back. I need you to grab things. Hey hair, come back I need you to grab things. Look mama it's as if nobody left. My teeth look like that fellow from downtown Chicago with his Cardboard doomsayer and diet of germs. My cereal looks funny. Where did we get the milk mama? Moo. Sayonara. My eyes just fell out and I am California dreaming. ... Shortly ... Entry 52: Clumps of hair have started clinging to my clothing. I stopped eating cereal days ago. Entry 21: YUM YUM Entry 24: Yum Yum Entry 27: It's only a matter of time befor- Entry 23: Moo Entry 22: I like this new milk mama brought home. It smells like victory. Entry 28: Found dead body with a journal next to it, decided to write in it. Smells like milk. Found milk next to body. Entry 29: YUM YUM Entry 1: HAYYYYY jernal hozet gewin. Ah rihten ewe. Ah gawt lawtsuhstuff tuh say. © 2013 Soil Creep |
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