Asteroid, a poem by Abhinav Aradhi

 

Asteroid

Every little morsel’s a drop of cyanide,

So think twice before it hits the esophagus,

And you’re writhing like a plump worm.

Stop yourself.

Caloric,

Oh everything inside here is caloric,

Caloric,

Oh every last morsel is caloric.

 

Watch what you say,

And watch what you eat.

 

If you don’t think about it,

You’ll balloon up real big.

 

You’ll float away,

Off into some galaxy,

Where all you big people go.

And then you’ll pop.

 

There’s no air in space,

And in space,

There’s no room for glorified air,

Contained within a massive hold.