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Takeacake

Jamaica

Mr. Raccoon! Mr. Raccoon!
Can't you play with me somehow?
No, I am eating dinner now.

Message to Readers

People are like foods.

Smack 'em

March 13, 2016

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You're stuck like peanut butter
To the roof of my mouth. Yuck.
I wish I could scrape you off with
My sharp tongue or wash you down
With some cold milk.

But each time I smack my lips,
You make my gums even stickier.
You're gross, you're clingy, you're annoying.
You're giving me bad breath, too.
So, why do I keep eating you?

Maybe it's because I like that you can be eaten in spoonfuls
And that you don't mind being sandwiched
Between my drama, my jelly, my fluffy buns.
But I'm still going to smack my lips anyway,
To remind myself of what it is like without you
By my side.

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