tongues melting globs of gooey stuff.
sugar cubes turned to pools,
keeping kids awake in school
and bringing water to our eyes!
bastards with goody bags.
autumn arena full of festive treats
dragging me away from my sheets,
and no bitterness for coffee.
no slow roast sun slow morning,
more corn syrup, more sparkles,
more rot to the living and stomach lining.
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