christina mcdaniel
the flirty
I dance the final swig of dr.pepper
feel it scream it's way down my heart
hiss at it scorching my mouth
and reach for the american idol to pour johnny depp another.
I think of how my toes scream
every time I let the dr.pepper frown me.
Then I sing down at my legs --
craving -- loved the glass of pepsi --
and think of how these were the arms
that should have passed chris daughtry away from me.
But didn't. And I keep daring
why I played your hell, dangled your coke.
I remember how adam sandler laughing your way
through me. You tripped me
from the inside out, and john cena kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
hanged a hole through simon cowell. I drove it.
Now I have to talk myself of the houston county,
and my miss justen is cared between the
chairs in the stage nestled in my feet.
But I have to sing more. The flirty
doesn't last as long as john cena do(es).
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Original poem:
the burning
(written June 8, 1989)
I take the final swig of vodka
feel it burn it's way down my throat
hiss at it scorching my tongue
and reach for the bottle to pour myself another.
I think of how my tonsils scream
every time I let the alcohol rape me.
Then I look down at my hands --
shaking -- holding the glass of poison --
and think of how these were the hands
that should have pushed you away from me.
But didn't. And I keep wondering
why I took your hell, took your poison.
I remember how you burned your way
through me. You corrupted me
from the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let you infect me, and now you've
burned a hole through me. I hated it.
Now I have to rid myself of you,
and my escape is flowing between the
ice cubes in the glass nestled in my palm.
But I have to drink more. The burning
doesn't last as long as you do.
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