Coffee House Poems

Our Bodies are Icky

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Dead cells and loose hairs slough off upon on the floors.

Food for creepy crawlies that come in from out-of-doors.

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Our parts emit obnoxious smells if we forget shower.

Coming from our different holes, are things even fouler.

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Bugs dwell upon our lashes with lots and lots of legs.

Disturbing things live on our hair laying lots and lots of eggs.

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Skin breaks out in itchy patches to torment us night and day.

Muscles sag and faces crease as we get old and gray.

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Toenails rot and put holes in socks and parts begin to fail.

Our stomachs hurt and make bad sounds whenever we drink ale.

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Things inside us for no good reason begin to eat our brain,

Or some other organ that we need, to resist is all in vain.

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It's better not to look too close at all the things upon us

And pretend we are these perfect beings and not be very honest.