Thursday, 19 July 2012

spit a whisper

you have such brittle teeth,
careful when you chatter,
for as they start to scrape, 
they scatter,
chalk yellow anti matter,
mixed to paste with spit

you'll be left with blood and grit,
swallowing the shit,
a convulsive choking fit,
drowning in the shit,
that was it that was it.

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