the toothpaste suds coat
the chewy chocolate chip
chunks in a sheen of minty
green to make the candy's
dive down my neck clean
i wait for the smooth muscles
all bunched up in a fracas that
lines my shiny insides to choke
each chunk of beige dough for
those loveliest sugar boulders
once each fine sweet piece
of cream is tucked safe and
silent in my tummy i always
let my eyes wince with glee
like an extra in a bootlegged
japanese soap opera anime
when i lay down to rest in
my sorbet sheet bed ready
to snuggle with the twilight,
a Godzilla of shit schemes its
way out of me to the sewer
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