Title: Decadence

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Poem

Instructions


The cake is like a cloud of joy.
The frosting is like a rainbow.
One slice is heaven on Earth,
A flowing chocolate volcano.

 

A cake is brought to him.


Is it the rum or the cake.


The birthday cake is baked, ice cream is served.


A woman offering you cake.


And cake is all we eat.


None of the above



The cake tasted like a dream


I want to eat cake like a starving student


The cake is like a cloud of joy


The cake tasted like a hug


Cake is like a heart


None of the above



And you are the candle in it


The candles are like a cloud of happiness


The candles are like a halo


And the candles are like a ring of love


The candles are like a rainbow


None of the above



The cream puffs up like a cloud.


The cream smothers like a blanket


The cream puffs up like a snowman


The cream puffed up like a pillow


The cream puffs up like a donut


None of the above



The flowers like a sea of love


The flowers are like a bouquet


The sand is like the sun


Flowing from the room


And the flint is like a fire


None of the above



The colors make me feel happy


The ash stains the floor


The smoke resembles a blizzard


Flowing from the wall


The music is a cadence


None of the above



I'm not rushing to tomorrow, i've got one birthday left.


It's my birthday, come merry-go-round.


And on my twenty-second birthday, i heard.


And i can’t wait for my twenty-second birthday.


The birthday girl sits with a swollen tummy.


None of the above



The ash is a sandstorm.


The candles are like a rainbow.


The colors bleed into the room.


The rainbow is what I see.


The rainbow of colors, a whirlwind.


None of the above



Birthday is like a rebirth


Birthdays are like a whirlwind,


Birthday is like a rebirth.


His birthday comes around like a swarm of bees,


His birthday is like a frog croaking in its own puddle,


None of the above



A slice of watermelon dangling from a stick.


The slice of an orange he’s holding.


Is a slice of heaven on earth.


And cut the pie into wedges, just like a slice of deli-meat.


The slice of lemon he’s holding, the crunch of black sesame.


None of the above



And eat me up, as i look at your photo.


We can eat edamame and tokyo ramen.


To eat of the fruit, the tree of glasgow.


And eat street food in the heart of chicago.


To buy some oranges and eat them in glasgow.


None of the above



Like lava flowing from a volcano.


I remember chocolate, and the volcano.


Is but the snow-cap crowning the volcano.


Like the clouds that form around a volcano.


And the chocolate village with its lively volcano.


None of the above