Food And Me
I got swirled up like zucchini noodles.
Jumping up and down with a pile of rice shouting.
Saying hi to everyone and tossing a talking apple to them.
Ruined everything like a bubbling casserole.
Like a trampoline, nothing holds on.
Or even tries.
If they had cameras, I was crying and stuff.
I don’t like it caved in!
I got slammed, smushed.
Like a pie that chooses a hard life.
I got swished around like algae goop.
Turns into a sea monster really.
I really like food, things, and grime.
Couldn’t tell you much else.
I got chopped up, scrambled, and zapped.
I’m a buzzing seaweed, soup, slop.
I take my meds whenever.
Just like endless piles of cheese cubes.
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