I ran
To escape
An evil
Year
After
Year
Becoming tired
As I could not
Out run it
So
I stopped
To face it
And die
It stripped me
Of dignity
It humiliated me
It mocked me
Spat in my face
Kicked me
Profanities
Screamed in my ears
I stood there
Shamed
Naked
In front of the
Universe
And everyone
I could not tell apart
The spital
From tears
Physical pain
From self-loathing
The will
To life
Or the desire
To die
It dragged me
By the feet
Through the streets
Of a man-made hell
Then it left me
With nothing
Just a heap
From which grew
I
Flower
A fickle pickle occurs when a barytic agent is introduced. Moving onward to eat one of the tainted fruits, the result is shameless drunken bacchanal behavior. Vomiting may produce sintered clumps. Extralinguistic speech may occur with reversionary doubting crosshatched with psychical deformities of the tongue. Curdling spital may also be present. Unspecific hallucinations, plainspoken tales of oblong and moist body parts usually follow within 24 hours. Momentous as all this may seem, one must be ready for even more animated behavior.
Summing up, if you eat a fickle pickle you will become nutty in thought, word and deed!
(constructed with words from Poetry Soup random word generator.)
Whilst the doctors discussed her fate
Her belly inflated with hate
Flat out on a gurney
For one final journey
From hospital food that she ate
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