eating again, glutton of cost
he crawled to embrace
the concept of everything, all
hugged to a chest spilling,
kissing vacuous stomach
slid up the slender flesh,
saliva made slugs
a viscous downpour of greed
it could only emanate from he
the glutton of cost
he gnawed at the presence of
all that is near
nothing was sacred in
the space placed between his ears
it is capsized by fear
it is desperate, with agony clear
a glint in his eye
the last star falls from his sky
vomit coated fingertips
cut between despondent lips
pity not the glutton of cost
whomst does not know to
cut his loss
he is the pitiful orphan
of his hopeless cause
oh glutton of cost
you are to blame
for all you have lost
The man waited for Thanksgiving Day,
To take part in an evening buffet
The food would be inviting
He felt his mouth watering
He stayed so impatient for Thursday
He found the food tasting so yummy
He crammed all he could in his tummy
He wanted to go for poo
But sad, nowhere was a loo
He ran up and down very crummy
I took a bite, I bit with all my might.
But I knew I had bitten off, a bit more
than I could gnaw, more than I could just ignore.
With gob stuffed stupid in gluttonous binge,
I suddenly knew, I was in over my head.
Something had to give.
Find my glutton for this rap button to come sneaking up on em/
I’m pretty good at running so let me run it up on em/
Time for me to gain traction with these tracks slung/
Alive more than I ever been in action go figure/
Never still with my stature my line’s never flat sir/
Hearts even more on beat than I need give it to her/
A crib for the burr or heat to surge the birds on my wire
I ribbed the instrument or sound heard words on fire
I am part werewolf part vampire
My vice is gluttony; I love to overeat
My werewolf side devours beef in a sloppy messy way
My vampire side does not want it fully cooked
I have an advantage over others
People cringe when I show my carnivore tendencies
Fearing my gnashing happy teeth
Some scream and run off; I love that!
I keep a storehouse of foods ready to eat.
Beef, chicken, steak, sausage, and other meats.
They are my go-to choices.
But I would not kick a great baked potato off my menu.
What about desserts you ask?
Werewolf likes moon pies, but my vampire side needs something red.
Red Jell-o, strawberry shortcake, cherry cobbler.
It is fun being a combination glutton
Always the last to release his spoon,
Still thinking it rather soon
Or hand in the kitchen’s key,
Now letting the poor thing feel free!
The Unlikeliest to pity his jaw muscles,
In all restaurants, a piece of eternal puzzle;
Clearly prematurely visiting the pot
To pointedly pounce on it on the spot.
Often times, after a full tank
Euphoric about a freshly served meal,
For which his congested bowel doesn’t him thank;
Rather ashamed of his food-seizing zeal…
The mouthfuls mirroring a python’s swallows
And straight gulps for which in penury he wallows.
Fast becoming undersized are his shorts
Spotting tens of tears in their flaps;
To be soon discarded the recently bought
By no means obliging him the gaps.
While for him labour waits in a repository,
Now and then charging into a lavatory
To later surface at the sewage department
All in a fleeting moment
For the predictable muffled discussion
Minus future precaution.
Do not stretch out your hand for everything you see
For evil is the eye that makes your tongue seek
A delicious, diverse platter better left untouched
To allow you peaceful slumber and a tummy unclutched.
Let not your tongue hang out for the tasty display
And have you elbowing diners out of the way
For a little bit of honey is enough to nourish the soul
Than have you sleepless and vomiting the consumed bowl.
Look at all that food, says the glutton to himself
As he serves the variety on the large dish spread
Doesn’t the glutton know that wakefulness over food
Would do him greater harm than the food consumed?
For nobody is fond of the greedy man’s eye
Nor do they long for the tongue that cries
For the platter of delicacies laid for a king
Unless he is mindful, women will take wings.
cat is a glutton
falls off halloween broomstick
she roadkill or not
I ate and ate real quick with a swift hand
then put salt in my food so none was bland
I piled the pounds and ate all that I saw
with each fast crave I gave in to my flaw
So weak was I that bread I baked each day
a pile of spread so thick I dare not say
how much I ate how much I gave to Paul
I will not tell but I did shove then bawl
Like a wolf that scarfs it down to the bone
I chomped the meat like a King on a throne
so blithe was I and near to pop and burst
that every shirt I own I ripped then cursed
I ate for love of food but then , Oh Dear !
I have no room for a coke nor a beer .
Sept. 24, 2019
Contest Name: Because Its a Tuesday 140- 140 sonnet poetry
sponsor: William Kekaula
bits? crumbs? dregs?
smoothed-over leftovers?
No, thank you
I've had enough.
5/14/2019
Baby loves to bake
All day pot roasts
Breads and cake
What a tummy ache.
Michigan’s pet, like European’s glutton, a fleshy meat eater
Eat, drink, be merry-
Hungry is world, you're hunger
World, made to devour!
-Chattogram
Trump Made Us A Glutton
For punishment Trump made us a glutton;
So we can suffer from his corners cutting;
Said out loud;
Well endowed;
With tiny brain size of some small button.
Jim Horn
A glutton saw caterpillars
lying on branches like sausage they were
he told himself; “I’m hungry.
Thank God I have here nice sausages”
He picked one and swallowed
and lo! What an itching it gave!
the glutton screamed
he fell down from tree
no one came to his rescue
as his case is common jest
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