You Whistle Ill Shoot

Bring out your dead!
listen up appetite,
youre such a stickler for eating.
the waning and the digesting,
terrible reasons,
and allergic reactions.

ive got daggers for you,
im a sales pitch,
an avalanche.
an ice cap melting,
we never opened up our mouths.

dont let it slide down my throat,
its so sexy when you shove it.
held my hands hostage to a captive audience.

a sick day - a recount - a time bomb - a dead kid.

youve got this eviction to stomach,
hope your couch can hold the two of me.