Array ( [sid] => 186470 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => extra credit [time] => 2019-08-06 04:13:26 [hometext] => i wrote this to get extra credit in a class i/'/m taking it worked. bumped a C to a B. [bodytext] => Think of it like this:

Theres poison in the food which hardens arteries
the curse of chicken-fried . the witch-craft-mac-and-cheese.
the savory flavor of americas final destiny
is eleven herbs and spices. made extra crispy.

your sagging sallow skin that you stole right off the rack
then marbled it with milk straight out the jug and bacon fat

laissez-faire derriere that aint got the time to walk any day.
slain by gravy-laden buffet. a greasy spoon cafe.

"surely someday medicine
will undo all the damage did"
thats your health plan. thats your diet.
thats the kind of grave you dig.

dont count on the 3-d printed heart. the black market kidney.
all new arteries grown while you wait with veins thrown in for free
dont count on pyramids of pills or nano-gadgetry
dont count anything except them calories.

or "nice ambulance you got here" you say to the EMT
as you notice that your pulse is only three....
two....
one.

Josh Howell
july26, 2019 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jigget [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops ) Your Poetry Dot Com - extra credit


extra credit
Date: Tuesday, 6th August 2019 @ 04:13:26 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Jigget
Think of it like this:

Theres poison in the food which hardens arteries
the curse of chicken-fried . the witch-craft-mac-and-cheese.
the savory flavor of americas final destiny
is eleven herbs and spices. made extra crispy.

your sagging sallow skin that you stole right off the rack
then marbled it with milk straight out the jug and bacon fat

laissez-faire derriere that aint got the time to walk any day.
slain by gravy-laden buffet. a greasy spoon cafe.

"surely someday medicine
will undo all the damage did"
thats your health plan. thats your diet.
thats the kind of grave you dig.

dont count on the 3-d printed heart. the black market kidney.
all new arteries grown while you wait with veins thrown in for free
dont count on pyramids of pills or nano-gadgetry
dont count anything except them calories.

or "nice ambulance you got here" you say to the EMT
as you notice that your pulse is only three....
two....
one.

Josh Howell
july26, 2019

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