You vs. Donut
Passion sears my senses and burns like fire as we--
Oh for fuck's sake. Start over.
I am in love with this fucking donut.
It can sit there and say nothing just as good as you,
but I can eat it--
Okay. Point taken. You 1, Donut 1. But wait, there's more.
I am in love with this donut, and this donut doesn't care
if I drool over its twin cos it has a million twins and so therefore I need never be lonely again in my lifetime.
This poem is for my beloved donut. Donut could give a shit less.
Donut 2, You 1, one draw. Goddamit.
ridiculous nonsense for micro-poetry: fire and ice.