Sonic takes baths
in the sink
because he's terrified
of drowning
he eats insta-chili dogs
because of how he likes to make food
since the conflict ended:
so many undercooked canned burgers on a spit
slumping over skewing flames
and falling fat,
he says it went
so long sans nourishment
only bad dieters arose
from the amok
he tends to his beauty so much too
but not where you think,
the belly skin has to match his arms
in that new placid way
as if to say he's never left
the saving
that's plump at home
and fading easy,
his quills don't even fade either
there's this was this hunch that it was supposed to go first
and I checked the trash can for dye,
but nah, it's forever
he just smirks when asked about it
saying it was his blue accident
lately he's been nuzzling
the paunch I have
like I'm ever gonna be pregnant!
but it's only when he stops snoring
and not conversing through
old job offers
insurance premiums
I suppose like does not always find like
as much as time loves memory
It's why it's so funny to find him asleep in the sink
mouth breathing deep
knowing he is gonna wake up
and sit there until the water drains all the way
like he's freer to flop
in these circles now