I sweat at the site, like wearing a plastic skin like a Jap.
The light is bright, falling collapsing, sticky like sap
The flames attack my body, burnt like toast forgot
the heat, 900 hundred degrees, memories of wars fought
now I lay here in the devils kitchen, hot like the tip of my smoke
Satan laughing, calling my name: "bad poet, your a joke"
I move my wrists, now just the bone react
and even with no flesh, my vision stays intact.
This sickness tears away at me, like ripping at a bad book
this pollutes my body, I steal like a crook
a custom heaven built fresh, like a SubWay sandwich
the slaughtered live on as their fluids hit my insides
makes me sick, deadly haunted ghost ride
the drink is gross, the taste lasts long
the pain and torment just to make my teeth strong
A contest entry
- Milk Sickness by Brain Fetus.
300 points, ended June 6, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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NEVER DRINK MILK WHILE YOU'RE TAKING ACID
This is an amazing 15 line sonnet; the aabb rhyme scheme works brilliantly with the poem.
"the drink is gross, the taste lasts long
the pain and torment just to make my teeth strong"
Nice rhyme between long and strong. The reader can almost taste the disgusting milk. I also like how you suggested the animals who give their lives so we can drink milk in line 12, this is a very good poem. Seriously.
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WELCOME TO ALLPOETRY!
Hmmm this was quite a strong and angry piece here. Normally I like this sort of thing, but this one I cant quite tell. You certainly have a way with words.
Welcome to the site and I hope you enjoy your time here.
Despair
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