A word too many
The tragedy
Of calories
No longer so sweet
Lacking
Guts
And no nuts
Having lost my fangs
The pain
My inane
Blather
Sustenance
Hunting
For nothing
Medicinal curses
Venom
Shred them
My insides
But there’s nothing
As I pray to the porcelain god
Reflecting back my mess
Gasp
Sigh
Why can’t I die?
Close this gate
Holding back
What I need to say
And I don’t lie
Except…
In silence
When it’s my time
But I don’t wonder why
There’s peace
Because my mouth is full
And my stomach’s empty
At my enemy’s table
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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