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the myth of sugar

what would be my name if this was sugar skull instead
what would be my face if sugar drip it wasn//'//t red

if the days passed by like cavities
the nights like bellyache
each morning rotten sweetness creeps
underneath the goodness sake

if we lived in sugar skull, there//'//d be no troubles sour
there//'//d be no giving back molasses destiny, caramel hour

there//'//d be no salted water to compare to syrup tears
that cut rivers down your sugared cheeks and and like magic, disappear

there//'//d be no satisfaction in the amazingly mundane,
there//'//d be no shiny sweetened suffering to soil sane

there//'//d be only our skulls as they dance away their bone
a parade of broken skulls that breathe and believe only in stone

Joshua Howell
june2016
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the myth of sugar
Date: Saturday, 18th June 2016 @ 08:17:47 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Jigget
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the myth of sugar

what would be my name if this was sugar skull instead
what would be my face if sugar drip it wasn//'//t red

if the days passed by like cavities
the nights like bellyache
each morning rotten sweetness creeps
underneath the goodness sake

if we lived in sugar skull, there//'//d be no troubles sour
there//'//d be no giving back molasses destiny, caramel hour

there//'//d be no salted water to compare to syrup tears
that cut rivers down your sugared cheeks and and like magic, disappear

there//'//d be no satisfaction in the amazingly mundane,
there//'//d be no shiny sweetened suffering to soil sane

there//'//d be only our skulls as they dance away their bone
a parade of broken skulls that breathe and believe only in stone

Joshua Howell
june2016


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