Pastrami

My dearest red meat,
that I had planned to eat,
Has somehow grown feet,
And has gone.

Scanless, truly it is.
How I tasted it in my sleep.
Yet some wretched mongrel came
and ruined my sandwich dream.

Oh you evil oppressors,
why did you eat my snack so fast,
the one that promised to increase my weight
and add more jiggle to my ass.

How I despise,
the cruel taunting lies,
no one will fess up,
because my wrath I cannot hide.

So it is with sadness I write,
with pain I recite,
this love poem to my pastrami,
that some sucka ate last night.

I loved you, my dear sandwich.

So I'll learn.

I have no idea how to trust.
He makes me think I can,
I can relax, he wont let me fall,
he'll protect me.
How do I let him?
I sit and think how nice it would be to hear
"I got this"
And know he means it.
He's new to me,
the "us" is three days old.
I'm saying us, thats funny.
But he makes me think its okay to say it.
I mean,
he's said it since we met.
I've been through so much.
And I'm so tired.
I'm scared, and
I don't know how to trust anymore.
Maybe he'll show me.

This is dedicated...

To my Chicken Wings.

A wing, is not a wing.
Without the Honey BBQ Sauce.
That causes me to sing,
and shut my eyes and shake my head.
Unaware of stares, I smile and thank God aloud.
For the beauticiousness that is you.

Yes, I ate you up with reckless abandon,
my apron ensconced in your delicious essence.
I am truly a happy bitch.
My life may only be completed by one other...
This I have learned over the past two days,
and that is you,
my beloved Honey BBQ Wing.

Oh Honey BBQ Wing,
How you've blessed me today.
No more like puking do I feel.
Rather I feel beautiful,
albeit slightly sticky. But it's a good kind of sticky,
a fickle love you prove to be...
How I wish you wouldn't leave so soon.

Dear Honey BBQ Wing,
have a heart.
Quit running away from me, trying to leap from my fingers.
For the coudoroys I'm wearing do not love you as I do,
Neither the Nikes care as much as I do.
We're meant to be together, united as one.
You make my lunch worth taking,
my fingers worth licking,
my lips worth smacking.
I owe it all to you.

My Honey BBQ Wing.

Irritation

I want to tell everyone to shut the hell up,
even folks who ain't talking.
I'm such a meanie.
Doesn't help that I feel like puking.
Gotta good lunch, but a bad attitude.
Why is the scarecrow blessed with beautiful grey eyes?
And why is he using them to peer into my soul?
I hate his hair, but I wonder if he has a girl.
Man, go away.
I still wanna hurl.
Well I don't wanna do it,
but I feel like I should.
Something ugly approacheth. Must be what it is...
the whole barf effect.
I can't stop yawning.
I'm yawning to keep from puking...
or something.
Shit. 15 minutes left.
Guess I could always play with myself.

Little brother

Oooh you make me sick.
I can never just go straight home.
No, i gotta pick you up some curly fries,
or this time, take you to get your car.
How did I end up playin momma?
I thought we was grown.

I can never take my black ass straight home.

All about work

I should be doing my work.
I have deadlines creeping up fast.
I've got so much work to do
And I can't get off my ass.

I think its all mental
Basically wishing I was home
But I'm not, so i'mma sit here all day
and talk on the mu'fuckin phone.

I sit here for hours.
6 to be exact.
Then I take one for lunch,
And 1 more to eat snacks.

I'm surprised I'm not fired,
the Lawd loves me indeed.
Although if I were to be fired,
I'd probably feel like I've been freed.

I'm really not an asshole,
I'm thankful for this place.
But I just have trouble moving my ass
and picking up the pace.

STFU 2

You're such a rotten bitch.
As if the first time wasn't harsh enough, you wont quit until i'm a bleeding mass.
Knives, knives. All in my back.
Now you say this, and you just said that.
Man, fuck you.
I used to trust you blindly, I'd follow you wherever you went.
You knew things no one else knew.
My sister
My friend
My enemy
My pain.
Now you're mad.
I don't return your calls
And I'll never forgive you for what you said.
I'll never stop seeing what you did, that
fake ass smile
Those lying eyes.
Knowing you had plans to do me in,
you never thought twice.
How can you say you love me... you got my back
And everytime I turn it you grab a bigger knife?
Knives, knives.
Bitch I'm done with you.
Choke on that dick, may the nut strangle you.
And even that would be too merciful.
You're a rotten bitch.

If I could

I'd write better poems.
But since I can't this is all you're gonna get.
So shut up and listen.
I would say I miss you but I hate cliches.
I'd tell you I love you, but you wouldn't believe me.
Talking is pointless
doom and desperation is imminent.
I watch you slip in and out of everywhere I'm not
and wonder how it is that I keep missing you by that much.
I see you and you don't speak
although I know you've seen me too.
Cuts kinda deep, but it's okay, because you know,
I'm just your friend anyway.
I'm just like everyone else, I swear I'm not being different.
You say you'd like different, but somehow
I doubt it.
My difference and your difference are two different differences.
Dont fit.
I want you to say hi to me.
I want to be acknowledged and embraced.
I want it from you.
Too bad, i guess. At least you know now.

STFU

I cant really say you stabbed me in the back...
ain't like I was standing there.
But you knew.
And now you say that...
Hmph. I dont think I wanna be your friend anymore.
You're a pretentious bitch... lying in my face and plotting on me
behind my back, the same back that you'd stab me in...
you know,
if I were really standing there.