Full Mouth… On An Empty Stomach

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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