Breadcrumbs

Weird Poetry

The breadcrumbs you left for me

Are still stuck in my teeth

And I can’t even dislodge them

With dental floss.

Jesus, not even with an ice-pick….

What the fuck kind of bread was that anyway?

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❤👽

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*** So… you’re back to eating bread now, Chubby Bunny Boo-Boo? Better be careful. One second on the lips is a lifetime on the hips. And an ice-pick…? Slightly hyperbolic reaction, wouldn’t you say? ***

*** No worries, Peanut Gallery, there is no nutritional value or calories in fucking breadcrumbs anyhow. And never underestimate the multiple uses of ice-picks. ***

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