Cake.
Delicious
chocolate cake
Rich, creamy, seductive cake
goes straight to your hips.
The ice caps are melting
like our happiness--
In the future
we'll probably all commit suicide
whilst on hallucinogenic drugs that make us horribly racist.
Half the world is lying, and half just doesn't care.
Somewhere there's an eight-year-old in a hospital bed
he has leukaemia, and six months to live.
He's going to die
and have a funeral, to which he won't attend.
Funerals are funny things--
A place for the living to gather
and think in unison: "better him than me"
and sob because that little boy can't eat cake anymore.
We're all going to die.
Of heat, and cold, and time.
Of syphilis or cancer.
Of teen pregnancy and aspartame
and all the smut on television.
Of fashion dos and love-life don'ts and shady politicians.
Of heartache, or asbestos, or psychotic morticians.
Or, because the ice caps are melting and we don't have much time--
So eat the damn cake.
Author notes
--Don't even ask XD
A contest entry
- Wit-torical Hatred by Minstrel Knight.
300 points, ended June 8, 2008, 18 entries
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Brilliant!
Oh wow, I think this is an awesome piece. It always amazes me where the mind can take you when doing the simplest of things...eating cake and reminiscing about those less fortunate. I think its put together well, a hint of sarcasm...I like it!
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Nobody survives life.
Dark chocolate is actually good for women.
Life's a bitch and then you die.
This reads somewhat like simply stream of consciousness jottings but it flows and has a direction. I like it very much. Well done. -
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Thanks ever so.
I've heard that dark chocolate has health benefits--I intend to take full advantage of them XP
Glad you enjoyed it.
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For a piece containing references to leukaemia, syphilis and cancer, you manage to maintain a light sardonic vein of irony throughout which makes this an easy read, the only real pause for thought being 'what time does the bakery close....'.
He not busy eating cake is busy dying (to). Nice one Nadya!
PJ
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He not busy eating cake is busy----dying CAKELESS--which is even worse.
So, that IS how you spell "leukaemia"---it corrected me! CURSE you spell check!
Thanks, Pj.
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Nice. Ironically, this is why I still smoke cigarettes. Because I want to, damn it, and if it's not one thing it'll be another that ends my time in this body. Life, however, I intend to keep living.
Good poem, and quite enjoyable to read.
peace
doug
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Cheers
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I want cake.... lolz!!
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That's it I'm having that pack of Jaffa's! Nice work.
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terribly bleak, i love it. Just a quick comment "the cake is a lie"
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Unfortunately so---I was looking forward to some cake today, and I got none!
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lets eat cake. covered in chocolate pudding with snickers bars. Lets just eat the icing out of the can with our fingers.
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Very good...random thoughts that when you think about it...really and truly make sense! So yeah...eat the damn cake! I'll certainly have some!!!
Thanks and best of luck!
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I wish I had some right now, actually XD
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