jordan richards

Rookie (7-8-'93 / OKC)

Green And Blue Mold - Poem by jordan richards

As I eat the teeth of this gold-plated Earth
I realize that underneath lies something lacking in girth.
Something which seems pure, but in the end you're unsure
Of a mold or rot it hasn't withheld.

The taste has been tasted, the smell smelled
Why waste the wasted? Why tell the told?
This sandwich is bitter, odorous and old
But eat it I must and for it I lust
Even in its disgust its that which I thrust
For I am a man and a man as such must.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010

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