04-07-2014, 10:56 PM
Salmonella Appeal
Fear and loathing arrives,
as respite leaves the dance;
this guest comes unwelcome
like a blast in the pants.
Irritable colon
harbors a demon seed.
What put things in motion?
I do not have a lead.
Did I swallow the cull
left by someone ill-willed,
a high colonic of
something crudely distilled.
It’s too late to stop-her,
that petulant pooper;
I’m riding the hopper
as though a good trooper.
Swaying in misery,
then frantically praying;
grasping skinny ankles
with buns widely splaying.
Cursing all of the gods
and Ms. Salmonella,
but using time wisely
to write a novella.
Fear and loathing arrives,
as respite leaves the dance;
this guest comes unwelcome
like a blast in the pants.
Irritable colon
harbors a demon seed.
What put things in motion?
I do not have a lead.
Did I swallow the cull
left by someone ill-willed,
a high colonic of
something crudely distilled.
It’s too late to stop-her,
that petulant pooper;
I’m riding the hopper
as though a good trooper.
Swaying in misery,
then frantically praying;
grasping skinny ankles
with buns widely splaying.
Cursing all of the gods
and Ms. Salmonella,
but using time wisely
to write a novella.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris