make me a sandwich
make me a command
not much else I can do
but tell you what you want to hear
give me perspective
but only his
wouldn’t that be a stunning way to write me out
speaking of stunning
no speaking just glittering
silly little gingerbread robot
tell you what you want to hear
give me extremes
I can stay here or I can throw it all away
lock the doors and windows
I’m not allowed to make another sandwich
let me down from this shining pedestal
& send me straight to hell
Not so challenging, it would appear
Hey, these little Poetry 'challenges' of yours are paying off so divinely the result I cant stop myself from savoring the beauty and truth of your sweet, despairing sandwiches. But so delicious, and well worth the trip to the grocery store, you know, for more and more.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes