My Bag Of Chips

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "Suspended In Suspense"

Submitted: April 27, 2015

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My Bag Of Chips

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Potato chips all in the dark

I wanna chaise you

__fancy, eating

Most of what I say to thee

Ends up in my belly anyways

I munch on you

__and then I'm full

I end up walking

__my own self home

Waiting for my collar bone

__to erupt and crack my neck

Most of what I mean to say

Is a question of "why?"

"Why are you in a bag

And not in my life?"

But I could not find the frown

No, I could not find the frown

The frown that found me here

Waiting like the sips of beer

That have long sense departed my lips

Never to return to open up

__another gateway to drugs

____ever again

Where one is too many

__and a thousand never enough

I don't want to care about it

I just want to eat chips

And if potatoes turn into sugar

__in my body

God help me if I die

__just for being hungry

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04-27-'15 #3

D. L. Cannon


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