pizza poem
| I’d like a pizza topped with cheese then sprinkled with some gnats and fleas, some centipedes and slimy slugs, and other creepy, crawly bugs. I want to add some fingernails and oyster ooze and crunchy snails and chicken bones and spoiled meat and smelly socks from dirty feet. I want it topped with lots of mold and gooey boogers (not too old), a lot of snot, a little spit, and guts with grimy, grainy grit. I want the most disgusting crust with spider webs and day-old dust and dirt and mud and blood and gore delivered to my sister’s door. |
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