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Sizzling, salty, yet sublime,
yours is a flavor most divine.
A royal treat of humble reign,
enjoyed by all who ache with pain.
Fatty grease licked off of fingers,
has a taste so exquisite it surely lingers.
With a crunch, a moan, and lastly a swallow,
bacon is still delectable without a trace of marrow.
yours is a flavor most divine.
A royal treat of humble reign,
enjoyed by all who ache with pain.
Fatty grease licked off of fingers,
has a taste so exquisite it surely lingers.
With a crunch, a moan, and lastly a swallow,
bacon is still delectable without a trace of marrow.
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I was taught right from wrong
I was taught right from wrong
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being su
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Daddy likes to make me
Eat my words.
I see him hit Mommy
And I know she hurts.
So I tell him, to get her
He has to go through me.
And, well, I can no longer walk
And I can no longer see.
Daddy makes me eat my words
And reality starts to flood.
Yes, Daddy makes me eat my words…
And my words taste like blood.
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The shortest horror story ever.
"I found your deviantART page." My mother said.
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Did I really just make a poem about bacon?
Yes. Yes I did.
I'm surprised it took me this long.
I regret nothing.
I just woke up dammit leave me alone I want bacon.
APPARENTLY AT ONE POINT THIS MADE THE FRONT PAGE. WHAT THE HELL. WHY? IT'S A POEM. ABOUT BACON. STAHP.
Yes. Yes I did.
I'm surprised it took me this long.
I regret nothing.
I just woke up dammit leave me alone I want bacon.
APPARENTLY AT ONE POINT THIS MADE THE FRONT PAGE. WHAT THE HELL. WHY? IT'S A POEM. ABOUT BACON. STAHP.
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Hah, a lovely ode to bacon lovers everywhere!