Originally posted over here, I tinkered with things a bit more and I hope I improved it at least a little. Special thanks to Ubermilf for supplying the surrealistic week concept that inspired the writing. It's a challenge to get into that frame of mind when you are as sick and bored as I am.
My Medicated Thanksgiving Dream
I feel like a thousand turkeys stuffed inside a cheap corporate suit except my suit doesn't taste like stuffing, it tastes like a wool/yam blend.
My socks, made of cranberries, are sticky, but add in taste, texture and color, please pass me a ladle of my gravy shirt.
My shoes, made of large croissants, could sure use an infusion of butter. They are flaky but yearn for more. They are laced with asparagus, now why did I do that?
I wish I could wear that jello mold as a hat. It would match my cranberry socks. Silly me, there may always be room for Jello, but not a Jello hat.
Now looking more closely at my suit I think it needs to be cleaned. Maybe because I had a thousand turkeys inside of it. Thank god we don't eat eagles for Thanksgiving -- those things are huge. I can't imagine the mess they would leave behind.
Happy Thanksgiving
2 comments:
That was deep, man.
I never understood before; now I do. Thanks.
I don't think I ever dug deep enough, until now.
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