One side of the chicken apple
Sausage blistered badly
I forgot it a little too long
In the oil
I haven't eaten meat in a year
But tonight, I’m nostalgic
For a time, for a self
No longer here
When I used to be my mother’s daughter
And knew all her CD’s by heart
Sometimes when she felt like it
She would buy chicken apple sausage
That’s when I still held onto her
And also held my breath
Because any day now
she could be the mother
I would finally rest in
It makes me sad I can’t
Rescue that woman
About the Creator
The Grand National
The Image is an AI Image By Me,And I Know Everything is Wrong Here - Just Like The Grand National. The Grand National is a disgusting event. Too many horses in a race that results in many horses being put down after each race. This is not a race it is a mass execution.
By Mike Singleton - Mikeydred7 days ago in Poets
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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This was so poignant.