you swear on the sun
the moon
and the stars
all while giving me indigestion
swallowing them promises
like swallowing hot sauce
it might be tasty
but it is bound to come back
and bite you
the reflux of what i try to take in
becomes throw-up in the back of my throat
as i spit the words
right back at you
Author notes
6. Promises, promises pass the antacid. prompt
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A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended June 20, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I really cant think of anything to say except
deliciously spiteful
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Great writing, Aim! I loved this one!
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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You've got to watch out for those hot promises Great job with the prompt ... made me wanna burp up every gasy promise I ever made
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yep bite right on the butt butt butt...Like the rantish raw attitude ... you have something to say just telling it straight. Your lines took me rght there with you cheering you on.
Excellent take on the prompt... Good luck.
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Wow this is powerful, particularly the last couple stanzas. So very creative and so harsh at the same time.
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