AntiPoetics - Poetry - Sweet Savor

Sweet Savor

Fuzzy round donut,
Calling out your name;
Poisonous creature,
Playing a deadly game.

Between the sprinkles
And broken glaze,
The green fibers
Infect your gaze.

Will it kill you
Or make you sick
For just one...
Little bit?

Feel it on your tongue,
That loathsome flavor.
Rotting death and decay;
Take your time and savor.

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