writing

Cool Monster

Not enough height to ride this ride
But just enough flesh to hope that I can
Squeeze into these rigid jeans
That will cut off my wicked blood supply

Pick and pluck and yank until
I grab my ugly contraptions and fill
Every crevice every pore every scar every core
Of my very little bestial being

Because I’m too short too ugly too fat
With an attitude that stinks that will roughly
Chew you up and regurgitate
All the things about myself I hate.

Criticize

Five minute poems. Because I got an A* in self criticism and I won all the awards for this category.

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