Cornucopian Cuisine
Ooo, pass me that plate
it looks really good.
I’m treating my palate
to all this yummy food.
Ooo, pass me that plate
it looks really good.
I’m treating my palate
to all this yummy food.
I pray all of your days
are filled with lovely sights
of life’s whimsical ways
and all of its delights.
The rumbling voice of the crowd
and click and clank of silverware,
though numerous and quite loud,
cannot diminish my evening’s air.
The amber liquid in the glass
that’s my preferred evening booze;
while I can’t say that it has class,
it’s the one I always choose.
A runny nose, a fever under my skin,
an aching body, and fits of coughin’…
The elementalism of disease:
a body’s burden but a mind’s tease.
I focus on each hour
to make it through the day
until I have the power
to live in my own way.
– requested by a certain someone. You know who you are, ^_^
Oh how the time goes so fast…
it’s already been a season.
Hopefully as more go past…
I will still keep pleasin’.
The scent of cigarettes in there
the sight of their smoke in the air –
a memory I won’t forget
nor the people that I met.
My seductive fingertips
and silver tongue of lies…
tracing down past your hips
to in between your thighs.
Veering through the black,
I face the world raw:
wings hanging from my back,
blood dripping from my maw.