freak fry

a matter of tremendous comprehension
that requires much anticipation
and most of your attention
is more of a dissimulation
that always suffers alteration:

of all the tastes, colors and shapes
one type of love eliminates
all others.

sweet love is polite and shy
much like a big girl who failed as a spy

and bitter love is even worse
it's gloomy and at time morose

but sour love is march in bloom
it's not at all romantic doom
it's when you turn into an optimistic fool
and scream over the rooftops "you're so cool!"
only to find a minute later it's not how you presume.

she looked at him and tried to say
"hooray!
you're here to stay!"
but much to her future dismay
he only came to stay one day
and then he'd be quick on his way
to ecuador

her words were stuck
hit by a truck
but she laughed and talked for hours
about ghosts and films with maurs
and didnt mention anything
about the feelings that would ring
inside of her

he wasn't stuck at all, he was ablaze,
and gave her such a funny gaze
then left for ecuador.

this boy who took life sip by sip
left on a neverending trip
because this girls' words wouldn't drip.
(she suffered from a rare case of severe sincere censorship)

paul was a polish poker player
with one bad habit: to fart in the foyer
of the big casino where he used to mop
paul was hip and his hip used to pop

his job as a janitor made him very happy
he would hum and sway and be in a good mood
but his mean, fat wife only wanted food
so his life at home was really really crappy

so paul played more poker, stayed out all night,
while his wife ate and ate with all of her might
he didnt go home for a year and a  month
and when he returned his wife was crying broth!

she had flooded the house with her tears
and all the windows and walls had greasy oil smears
she had quintupled in size
and had breadcrumbs in her eyes.

her hands had become giant spoons
and all of her body parts resembled balloons
her hair was like rice noodles before boiling
alas, there was no where she'd be going.

so paul sat and thought what to do
and got a great idea that would make money, too:
"come in for the meal of your life
a bite of poker playing polish paul's porky wife!"

it was a great success, everyone spread the word
people came in from all over the world!
in a month she was done
not dead, not at all, but to paul's surprise as slim as a cruton!

paul couldn't believe it, she became so nice
she was smiling at last and didn't think of rice
so he took the million dollars he made playing poker and serving his wife as a meal
and they eloped together to live the wondrous, happy life of freewheel.

fisty wristy

much cry and little wool
there' way too many lambs in-stable,
unresurcting fists of peace,
and thoughts knitted in cables.

too many sips of thirst
way outdated salt embraces
too many shades of sin
too many sliveless aces.

myself am gonna dance it soon
and slide and leave it senseless
can't live the only rule
this sanity is madness.

and there are cream pies that solve a lot of issues.

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