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The Cake

My odious object of poisoned perfection
My resplendant towering tainted confection
I'll bake a cake, and what a cake I'll bake!
I'll deck it out with all the frosting
And all the plastic figures, I'll meticulously adorn
I'll craft it all with malicious intention costing
the lives of the ill-mannered people that show me scorn
I'll decorate it in a manner showing such affection
that such a malevolent act won't be in their perception.
I'll flee through the window imperceptibly,
having finished the act so reprehensibly.
I won't be found here afterward,
For they would have me hanged.
As they gorge themselves, I'll look onward!
They won't suspect a thing!

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This poem is in the GFDL.

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  • individuality gold member
    January 6, 2007

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    i will eat it, i don't care if it kills me or not, it is cake lol just pass it here. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...


  • MotorcycleFreak silver member
    December 24, 2006

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    Bravo!

    This is a murderously perfected piece of confection for the reader to devour. You have chosen the exact word ingredients and shaped it into a perfect tower. Then you left us here to ponder while you are off on a wander. ~PeacE~GarY~