The Contained Massacre Of Licorice Poem by Raj Dronamraju

On my own
I find that everything yellow pierces the eye
These representations were as clear-eyed as sugar's effect on the body and the mind
Everyone has the same expression on their face

When the morning eats you
86'ed how Noah saved samples
Two of each shade now a muddied mass

On my own
I am neither sweet nor fond of discourse
Nor able to book a seat on her choo choo eyes
Passes in the night and doesn't stop where I am

When the evening regurgitates you
I dream of bold shirts and living louder not wiser
Instead I'll make sure there are no survivors
No one came back from the big colorful shirt wars

Wipe out her candied soul and make like a patron saint of bad habits
Setting up the punch line "Two guys walk into a bar…."
Licorice is taken out and unofficially vanished
What if your heart was candy and I didn't leave any for anyone else?