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Shredded paper in his spaghetti

“Confidential”

Stamped all over the sauce.

Meatballs ground with

Bits of brown

Curly

Phone

Cord,

Dessert topped

With sweet

White-out icing gloss.


Ceiling tiles are empty comic strips,

Copy and paste characters

From around the table.

Thought bubbles fill too quickly,

Sharp words

Poke the sides,

Tone elbows them around

Until one sarcastic phrase too many

Takes a bite

Out of its bubble boundary,

You groan and roll your eyes.

Now glares

From Mr. Special Speaker

And his laser pointer friend

Could shred your thoughts

Like an angry editor.

You know,

You should have cut  and pasted.


Small talk,

The first test of endurance

For a quickly swelling tongue.

Harder questions then are flung

Until hitting

The back of the throat,

They slide down

To the stomach where

Butterflies should flutter,

But instead a swarm of wasps

Sting each phrase,

You utter

Utter nonsense

Just to keep

Their veiny wings

Away.