Soured frowns from
the sugared sweets
that mask all other emotions.
We’re cannibals now
and our hands
have multicoloured stains.
We can’t stop chewing
and muscles, that comprise our jaws, are
well-rounded somehow;
snapping back words
that are just foddered, sprinkled thought.
Nausea’s on my bucket list,
though I’ll be damned if I must try it.
I like the plethora of illness
and the rainbow, sugar diet.
#365DaysOfPoetry
