Dinner is Served!

Watch your mouth, oh, oh, oh
Because your speech is slurred enough
That you just might swallow your tongue
I’m sure you’d want, want to give up the ghost
With just a little more poise than that…

~*~

A high table set for two

Small talk held by glue

Out comes the waiters

Bon apetit! Here’s supper

.

Veins popping in vanity

Pustules snap insanity

Optic nerves on my tea

Mouth tastes of saline IV

.

Your rancid sick words

Shoved down my throat

Falling fast, broiled cold

Pulsating tongues bloat

.

You would not sugarcoat

Though relentlessly gloat

My orifice dripping honey

Disgusting, sticky, runny

.

Now swallow your pride

An hors d’oeuvre to slide

Pushpins and rusty tacks

For appetisers and snacks

.

Gourmandise on your desire

Dreams roast on an open fire

Slime oozing from a cauldron

Seltzer fizzling, peptic solution

.

I’m salivating thickest ink

Blood rich on hungry lips

Coiled intestines unlinked

Lead taken in dainty sips

.

A heap, hell, shred of trust

Is all I ever asked, deserve

But you spat out more rust

And feed me more dessert

.

You force down fatty lies

And doses of pink poison

Plucked wings of dead flies

Acidic brew of pure emotion

.

I understand and I endure

Try to find medicinal cure

But despite meals so many

I’m still wasting away slowly

.

I’m sick of disgusting dinners

I’d rather starve than break fast

Like the last meal of a sinner

Lost in hunger and stones cast

.

Your dark overcooked words

Just taste severely bitter now

And your false presentations

Won’t appeal to me somehow

.

A taste of your own brand of medicine

Right now, is what I’m highly craving

When my blood’s already boiling over

Into scalding burns you won’t recover

.

And when you choke on that black bile taste

Regurgitating fast that acrid foamy white paste

Well, don’t you throw it up back to me, crying

Because dear, it’s just rude, and highly unappetising.

~*~

Or was it God who chokes
In these situations, running late?
No, no, he called in
Prescribed pills, to offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take it a day at a time…

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