Friday, April 29, 2016

deadly sins

You are mistaken.
I am not wrong about this.
I am never wrong.

What's that you have there?
It looks just like my Precious.
I want it. Need it.

Inside me, a fire,
Tempered napalm waiting for,
Your wrong move. Kaboom!

Two dozen donuts
For the price of one. Gimme.
Don't ask me to share.

Faster. Harder. More.
I can't get enough of you.
You're life's sweet dessert.

The remote control
Is just out of reach. Blast it.
Brady Bunch reruns.

I don't just want mine.
I want yours too. Yes.
And his. And hers. Mine.

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