Short Esophagus Poems

Think swallowing a square meal 
is rough on the esophagus?
Wait until morning to complain
trying to discharge the stuff.
...

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   Paralysis of the esophagus
     when occasioned by asparagus
 
   Can be frighteningly perilous
     and even worse, embarrass us
...

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Do you know what really bugs me the most
Banana strings, banana strings, damn things are gross
They have no purpose
Not in my esophagus
Just one of life's damn annoyances I suppose...

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My doctor’s motto had me amused:
“Going the extra mile is better than sued.”
And so I underwent a colonoscopy
that reached into my esophagus nearly.
Recouping, he asked me how I felt.
“That depends,” I said,  “above or below the belt?”...

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orange polka dots 
on my tummy’s walls
tumors on my esophagus
Not so small, big, explosive, angry ones
Causing me internal bleeding
I am warned
I should eat other foods
jalapeno peppers can no longer
be my go-to fruit
I hate my age today...

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5 a.m. had surfaced
Weary I ascended from my bedstead
Keen I rose the first of many cancer sticks
to the sleek rift of my lips
Oh, how the flavor of fresh, young smoke
Knocked at the base of my esophagus
Caressing my uvula with infinitely
Unfathomable mountains of beauty...

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A fruitless vein

Ruptures the
plexus

Of society’s esophagus

Embellishing virtual
pleasure

Within browsers of
opinions

Innovations, ideas,
revolutions

Traded for
corruption and malice,

Paranoia on the rise,

Innocence sucked,
swallowed, and
spewed

Into the IP addresses
of democracy...

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I used to eat jalapeno peppers,
 banana peppers, and 
tomatoes galore.


Hot spicy and
 “oh my gosh” foods
 is what I simply and
 absolutely adore.


Prime rib? Okay 
but beef cake it in
 horseradish, and I mean
 straight, not in a
 dumbed down sauce.

My ulcerated esophagus
 and spastic colon 
are now apparently
 my boss....

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I used to eat jalapeno peppers,
 banana peppers, and 
tomatoes galore.


Hot spicy and
 “oh my gosh” foods
 is what I simply and
 absolutely adore.


Prime rib? Okay 
but beef cake it in
 horseradish, and I mean
 straight, not in a
 dumbed down sauce.

My ulcerated esophagus
 and spastic colon 
are now apparently
 my boss....

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Venomous eloquence, 
so polite and yet cold;
Pleasantries are plastic  
tone sometimes mistaken;
Quiet not dramatic;

Venomous eloquence,
answer’s already known;
Words are a figurehead;
Each one is meaningless, 
your heart infiltrated;

Venomous eloquence  
it leaves your throat sticky;
Esophagus left trashed,
innards being spit up;
Poisonous and polished....

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State of dazed and confusion 
Beating heavily upon my chest
Inhaling, exhaling I welcome 
The unprecedented weight of despair
Tighten around my lungs
As my esophagus becomes
 Enlarged with mucus and last nights meal
Repeatedly I flex my muscles
 To hold the retched stench within
Afraid of what will become
 Of me if it leaves me
I now am 
The dependent in this
 Relationship...

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Hot peppers and spicy horseradish
   a gut-punch to the solar plexus
 Snake venom with moldy cheese
   not tonight, if you please...

 Tadpole skins and locust larvae
   strains my stomach of iron
 But a bloody Mary eggnog combo
   gags the esophagus of this Hawaiian

 Wonder how I developed my bizarre sense of taste?
   ~ A flush of the toilet for whoever said, 'Haste makes waste'...

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These spicy banana peppers are hotter than hot.
My annoyed esophagus yells “Not! Not! Not! Not! Not! Not!”
They dance around and down my gullet from the crockpot.
Temperature there is turned up to about a thousand watt.

Some weird stranger asks me, “Is this what you brought?”
Jalapeno and banana peppers tangled in a dancing knot?
My overeager tummy is yelping and screaming a lot.
Acid reflex at my age is almost nightly fought!...

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Larva of meal worms are tasty Corn Cob Cobble said.
A meely worm collector who is always well-fed.
I love them he told me, want to give one a try?
They were squirming and ugly, I gave them the eye.

I had one before, I lied through my mouth and my nose.
These worms gave me the creeps from my head down to my toes.
Suit yourself Corn Cob Cobbie said, popping two in his mouth.
I watch his esophagus twitch and wiggle as they both headed south....

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Larva of meal worms are tasty Corn Cob Cobble said.
A meely worm collector who is always well-fed.
I love them he told me, want to give one a try?
They were squirming and ugly, I gave them the eye.

I had one before, I lied through my mouth and my nose.
These worms gave me the creeps from my head down to my toes.
Suit yourself Corn Cob Cobbie said, popping two in his mouth.
I watch his esophagus twitch and wiggle as they both headed south....

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Let me enjoy my food said the frog.
A fly was squirming at the end of his tongue.
The mouth opened, and the fly began to fly
From the stomach, up the esophagus and back.
Up and down all around, from side to side.
I love this said the bullfrog, my lunch is so tingly.
He sat back and enjoyed himself
Fell asleep and began to snore.
The frantic fly flew up the gullet to freedom
Moral of this tale Do not go to sleep right after eating your fly...

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Above a beached bleached paperback, "The Doors of Perception",
a pent-up penchant for greed is flung wide open:

The esophagus of a seagull sky grows narrow
until one seagull stomachs trash with zero
tolerance for sharing. Squeaky double doors apprise
descending gulls this bird has wings doubling in size.

Squishy moist sand, footprint-ridged into pouty lips,
chased-away seagulls waddle toward crushed crumbs.
Captains trudge farther ashore or return to ships....

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I had never met a happier ice cream banana split.
She sang to me songs that would make you twirl a bit.
Love songs and ditties that spilled over her glass bowl.
She was an ice cream with feelings, a banana split with a soul.

I hate to devour you, I told her as I tried to masticate.
That is fine! She told me, my strawberry syrup is great!
She sang all the way down my esophagus and truly tickled me.
I love being a part of you, she sang out. I kind of miss her glee....

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