Thursday, January 21, 2010

Sold Short

Cooking breakfast we parried life.
The world’s wrecked and demoralized.
A life of excess has left us excessively bloated.
Selling ourselves short for
Post-apocalypticly priced pleasures.
We need something
‘God is free’ she suggested as she flipped
The bacon, its fat popping in the frying pan.
Screaming to escape the heat.
Taking me by the mouth she taunted
‘I'll show you how to pray’
As she undid my zipper.


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