#rejectedpoetry

[leefybee]

Southern Saturdays:

I remember-

Every Saturday night,

The old grey tiled kitchen with that coil stove started to smell.

That'd be where you'd find my gramma,

Breasts sagged in her old white nightgown.

Her mind boozed up,

Looking over that pot of goulash,

Trying to add more vegetables so the malnutrition didn't eat away at us.

By the time I was twenty,

The breasts were gone,

But the alcohol stayed in her breath.

It ate away at her,

more than my starving ever did,

So I left,

And didn't come back.

Even so,

Every once in awhile,

I find myself craving goulash,

And I think about returning a call or two,

But instead,

I'll start chopping tomatoes,

And add a few too many veggies.

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Barb

Potluck smokin’ got that stinky cheese,

Backyard barbecue hella recipes.

Waiting’ for Barb to drop the coleslaw spoon,

Shuffle down, get a little closer an' swoon.

Ribs by the dozen drippin’ that good good,

Fingers gettin’ sweaty, man you know they should.

Buns in the bag, reach in for a handful,

Barb’s buns for later - that’s the plan, foo’.

Brewskis with the boys, cooler loaded up,

Poundin’ PBRs, we’re gettin’ fucked up.

Just another Sunday, Suburban OG,

House wife fever got a hold of me.

Love you, Barb.

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D A N K

A meme is a meme,

Whether poignant or obscene,

MFW haiku.

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Ceramic Throne

Taking a poopie  

Little nuggets dangle low,

Never to be flushed.

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When Farts Cry

Farts will make this sound,

When they cry, when they cry alone,

Poof-ffftt, tweee-ssssttt, ahh.