like a sour cream cheese
that makes your nose twinge
and your face cringe -
luckily i left before the frost kissed my lips
and clouded my eyes
and covered my ears
and tainted my taste buds
i thawed on the sidewalk
while reading a hot InTouch i lifted on my way out of the inferno.
wasted words are worse than weapons. why?
because reading shouldn't taint thoughts with fakery.
when it does - with falsified fame - the frozen food section freezes feelings.
you would know.
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