This is a playful poem with adult themes, so you know, read at your own discretion.
Happy Friday!
You think it’d be great to be
the peanut butter sea
in a man sandwich,
but actually, it’s sorta sticky,
suffocating, panicky.
The fear of losing one,
the fear of losing both.
Unable to see through
the cocoon of bodies
and rubbing so much rubbing
when you’re the glue.
You’d think it’d be easy
being peanut butter;
so much love-one-another,
but truth be told,
grips are light.
There is stiffening
and there is bite.
Then you can feel
them hardening,
no allergies to their obsession.
Peanut butter’s destination–
brittle, brutal mastication.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
a salacious, sassy little song; great fun 🙂
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Ty, John. Silly is sometimes the best way to unwind. 😉
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it sure is 🙂 it’s the ‘silly season’ after all 🙂
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The fear of losing one,
the fear of losing both.
LOL nice one!
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Thank you Jay. It’s good to be giggly sometimes, no? Have a great weekend. Cheers.
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I love peanut butter! The song was so sexy, I love it! Never heard of these guys. ❤️
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Peanut butter is truly a gift from the gods. Happy Friday, John. Veronica Swift is something else. Cheers!💜
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Cheers to you! 🍻
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Very unique take on it – unusual but fitting choice of imagery, K. 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. It’s not a new one, but it stuck with me and then it seemed like a good time to stick it ob here. I appreciate you. 💜
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