I Kicked the Bread I Ate

Encore! Encore!
There was shouting.

Thick lipstick upon my lips

and I’m

the gayest

form of life.

The bread I kicked - ate
tasted lipstick coming
from my thick lips.

Then there was blood.

Blood and lipstick

on my thick lips.

Bread tasted blood
Red is blood
and my lipstick
(red is not my
favorite color).

I tasted with my thick lips:

bread, blood, and lipstick.

Bread won’t taste blood

blood won’t taste lipstick

Thick lips don’t bleed

neither bread

- if not from a kick.

(Reality Check:

I kicked the bread I ate. Huh?

Encore! Encore! Duh!

We were the ones shouting,

Sick

Fkuc.)

Oh, ergo!

‘Twas blood and lipstick I ate

no, not bread - me,

the gayest

form of life

thick lips got kicked.