gross
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Gimmicks.
Gimmicks
give me kicks
like
treats and tricks.
Gimmicks
give me name a face
and
me butt a place.
Gimmicks
give me eyes looks
Mayonnaise, lemon, fish, and avocado
Scrambled eggs, sushi, kiwi, cream cheese
Foods I’d eat? No!!
Cookies, oranges, pizza as I please
But not the nasty food,
I’ve learned to fear wanting too many things.
The selfishness I’ve harboured as a child has melted from a stain to just a bruise.
The phrase “I want” used to spill from my mouth like blood from a wound
The world could see.
I like the way your adult braces feel against my tongue
how our stomach rolls fold in together
you make me want to fuck you twice and even
get coffee in the morning
I was five years old,
On a light Christmas morning.
I drank a glass of milk
It was a chocolate tradition.
Foolishly wanting to play,
I left it to sit and spoil
Until I wanted it again.
Face to face with my reflection
In your toilet bowl again.
I love you so much that the thrill
Of your skin and your touch makes me ill,
And the contents of inside must spill
To make room for how much I feel.
Crispy crackers coat the cream,
where doublestuff reigns supreme.
In China there are weird-ass flavors,
some are gross, but some you savor.
Green tea, blueberry, and raspberry all,
I was in a big city
And got a hotdog from a street vendor
It taste sooooo good
Ketchup, onions, chili and cheddar
As I walked home with a smile
My stomach started to dance
Looked on the TV
saw trumps tupee.
That man has a lot of words
to say today.
I wonder if he would still like my vote
though, i'm gay?
Righhht...
That's enough FOX
for this stud
"Who is that?" you ask as you stare her way.
shes changed so much.
"Why is she like that?" you wonder everyday.
"Look at her stomach!" You say, grossed out.
She hates herself
If my hair looks different, I probably washed it today.
I find flossing to be inhumane.
I sleep in a nest of dirty laundry, and it's the most comfortable thing ever.
#SweaterWeather means I am #NotShaving.
Come,
Sit down and view my world
Let me take you in
They say my name
As if it is I that should be ashamed.
And yet, I win another battle
When the lunch bell rings, students groan with dismay
As they choke down mystery meat long after its slay.
With the retched appearance, gagging fills the hall
As students wonder why they must suffer at all.
The sizzle as it hits the black, it’s fried.
Burgers are flipped all along the steel grill.
And as we wait my brother he had sighed.
When they come we’ll eat until our stomachs fill.
Some things I just don’t want to feel
Like a hairy kiwi, a slimy banana peel
Or a crusty, flaking elephant knee
A needle-sharp stinger of an angry bee
