Wooden Meals

Wooden Meals Wooden Meals

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Summary

taken from my book, "My Head Is Swarming With Flies"

Summary

taken from my book, "My Head Is Swarming With Flies"

Content

Submitted: June 19, 2013

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Content

Submitted: June 19, 2013

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Wooden Meals

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If I knew anything else more

Of what to do

Would I be chewin' on a piece of wood?

The more the words come at me

Like I always have a pen in my hands

__to catch them in my hand

And throw them to the note pad

The more I wanna piss my pants

Jumping for joy

A happiness I can't ignore

The whole world

Is a beach ball

And I am the beach

So talk to me

I think I will think

If my Spam cooking pan

Can walk out the door

Thinking

She don't wanna be burned anymore

Then who needs her?!

I can fry with another utensil

And if I can't fall asleep

__with the same smile on my face

That I have now

Then let the brown cow

__bend over now

As I squeeze her chocolate milk bags

While pounding her from the rear

I'll pull out just in time

For her to suck out my cum

And she will fall in love

__with the taste of my sperm

And then I will get dressed

And forget her

When I leave the world

To attach my self to a bird

I will soar so high

That I will never die

Having my body freeze in space

As I fast forward into time

The future will wake me up

And by the grace of God

Again I will get my dick sucked

The patties of meat don't know me

As good as a glass of milk

But I will climb a hill

And shame will take down my name

From the book of Heaven's reservations

And I will be Hell bound

The dogs that will eat my flesh

Will be attacked by Hell Katz though

So I ain't trippin'

I know exactly what to do with my remains

Turn into a slap of bacon

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06-14-'13 #2

D. L. Cannon


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