who foo?

who foo?

A Poem by Murisaka

how delicious the taste
as the warm gooey substance slid past my face
I couldn't control myself
I wanted more
but where could I go
that would proffer it to me
like an average grocer store?
It was found in buckets
by the gallon,
and pound
but the white tasty treat
was nowhere to be found
it tasted of man
and his deep burning desire
but my stomach growled for more than one sire.
It was an act against humanity
even if proposed in a modest way
to curb the population
by eating the nation
was a dreadful thought
but it was a flavor
the flavor of human flesh that I still sought
and soon I knew it could be bought.
That delicious flavor
with out the brain cancer causing savor
would be on the shelves
that very day
now if only I was going that way.

© 2011 Murisaka


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i know its nice... it came from my brain


Posted 12 Years Ago


hahahaha! nice i love it!

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Murisaka
Murisaka

Chiloquin, OR



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I'm William, 18, yeah (sarcasm) I like writing poetry, and I tend to look at my life, feelings, and the music I listen to for inspiration. If you haven't already found out from reading my poems I tend.. more..

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A Poem by Murisaka