Tomato Soup


Damn the tomatoes!

There, the beating hearts lay,

Swollen with laughter.

Laughing at my suffering

Through their fresh cut lips.

As my finger was divorced

From its dexterous brethren

By a bloodthirsty blade!

Staring at my lost appendage,

I screamed in disbelief

At this grave injustice

Bestowed upon my person.

My severed hand transformed

Into a spewing fountain.

So with an ill-twisted fate,

I descended upon the mocking

Choir with a wrathful hand;

Driving the stake ever deeper,

Hungry for some tomato soup!


by Spencer D.

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