ůmay I talk of me qwerty
pretty please?

I have thrown up all over it
wept into it

passed out and crashed me forehead
onto it

Every week
I buy a new one

The man says I'm mad
but you say nothing

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A wedge
like a block of cheese
wrung out
twisted by two old hands
splodges a sticky drop
onto your table

There, I say, proudly,
please appreciate

But, I guess, I see it magnified
like a tear stuck in my eye

and you've got gallons

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