The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

MENTE PER IL CIBO (COME, COME, COME)

I hate food.

I hate its muddy aftertaste

that prods @ my attention hours afterward,

& I hate my bitchy belly folding into itself for it.

Food is needy & ne’er satisfied:

it demands to be heated @ a precise length o’ time

—not too short, not too long—

but cools much too quickly.

Fuck food.

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