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(Sung To The Song "I Will Always Love You" By Whitney Houston...From the film..The Bodyguard)...(1992)
If you do stay
You'll be tempting me to your way
In the bin you now go
I can't risk having you here everyday
Coz I will want to eat you
I will want to taste you
You
My biscuit you
Mmmmmm
Loaded with calories
And the fat thighs given to me
So goodbye
I won't cry
Plus my weight plays havoc with my knees
Coz I will want to bite you
I will want to nibble you
You
You could stay if fat free
And I lost all the weight you gave to me
And hadn't given me chin number three
I favoured you, but now set myself free
And I will always love you
Your soft chocolate goo
Your brown crumbly crumb base
Your sweet biscuit round face
Your taste that I still crave
Each small crumb I would not waste
My
Biscuit, I miss you
I'll always
I'll always want you.
Change The Record Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Natasha L Scragg
Written 15.10.21
The first heart attack was quite mild:
he put it down to indigestion
at first, but the pain persisted.
Some pills and lectures on lifestyle changes
followed the stay in hospital.
Yes, he'd try to stop smoking, he said,
and to cut out the fatty foods.
But the craving for cigarettes
was too strong and he secretly smoked,
while assuring me that he'd quit!
The next heart attack was much worse;
he really did try after that -
a fat-free diet was no fun
and nicotine patches were no help...
but he stuck to it for a while
(I think it was a week, maybe two).
Then I smelt the smoke on his clothes,
saw him wolfing down bacon sandwiches,
slyly like a naughty schoolboy.
By then I pretended I didn't know -
my nagging was killing him, he said.
The third heart attack finished him.
I'm heartbroken that his heart was broken...
(disclosure: i would rather decide on the form of, "i don't care", but since it isn't on the menu i chose the next best thing):
i paid
my dues
at thirty two
and i paid
my dues
at forty two
and the last time
i paid
my dues
was at
fifty two
but
now i'm
in between
i don't
mean
i don't
want to
stay in
the club
pay my dues
but who's
to say
if
i refuse to
pay my
dues
you?
who
who might
you mightily
be to excitedly
saying
chanting
praying
that
i owe
dues
do i
or do
i need
to reach
sixty two
to please
you
not me
i'm happy
being
in between
meaning
fifty eight
can't wait
until nine
until six
until
seven heaven forgive
until
eight
until
nine
put the blinders on
retirement shines
so bright
now
I've
gone
blind
i wish
for
forty
nine
i stopped counting. know what i mean? seems every one and any body wants to be young but you have to feel young to be young so shut up and drink your probiotic fat free yogurt with some low fat tissue tastingless flakes from transformed corn that's pornographically genetically grown for possibilities that will preserve the herd or didn't you hear hugh heffner's the word guess you're after birth and maybe a bastard but reality tv is real and the news is fake so take what you get don't feel upset that what was meant isn't what it means obscene street scenes with no blue screen to hide what's real and reeling in a fish what a whopper maybe your daughter or father further from out what seems to stream in reality's sublime surreal realistic sick pathetic rhymes that could go on and on over time every time even not mine but overtime SCORE
who
won
the
super
bowl?
Form:
PERSONIFICATION PAINTING
Most of the day,
Alone on this wall we stay;
When the doors open wide
Shy colleagues ,behind curtains hide;
On view for all for free see
Our lives, on show for all to see;
On the seat ,over there,they sit
Often bored,only their kids will admit;
Silence is the rule in our home,
Our photos and bios well catalogued;
Up close into my face they peer
Often my expression can bring a tear;
Yes,admiration we do adore,
Silent hedonism,can be a bore;
At night with the alarm turned on
Some of us burst into song;
We long for freedom,to be alone,
In a family,not on our own
and the second
They filled me full of milk so white
Semi-skinned,fat free and light
The supermarket's, a place real cool
Full cream,my cousin, made folks drool
In and out of the fridge each day
Then,crushed in a recycle box,I lay
To the waste tip that week I went
Off to the plastic factory I soon was sent
Instead of rotting in brown earth
In a green revolution,I have rebirth
They filled me full of milk so white........