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Confessions of a Cereal Killer

I started off small
Trix are for kids
I killed my first box
sitting in front of Saturday
Morning TV

In my teen years
I knocked off the usual
Cheerios and Wheaties
fuck cornflakes,
they don't put up a fight

bran is soggy but expeditious
in my adolescence I discovered
Cream of Wheat and Jergen's Lotion
while I looked at Mary Lou Retton
on the Wheaties box

Then I discovered Special K
and Total
my testosterone levels went up
and I began burying empty boxes
like a bulimic maniac

In my twenties, I moved to the kinky brands
you know, Count Chocula
Captain Crunch
and the ones with
little dried fruits
I was the terror of the grocery store

I'll be on the Wheaties box one day
Champion Cereal Killer
now I have boxes of it in my basement
and dismembered shredded wheat
in my freezer

yellow moons - pink hearts. get hip lrod.

Funny.... witty... clever poem

Except this part

Ewwww.... i mean.... ewwww

lol

geez

in my adolescence I discovered
Cream of Wheat and Jergen's Lotion
while I looked at Mary Lou Retton
on the Wheaties box

Seriously, I suggest losing that stanza entirely or at least losing the Jergen's lotion. It's the mixing it together with Cream of Wheat that makes it even more gross.

Come to think of it, it would be just as gross with only the Cream of Wheat.

retton never did it for me. olga korbut - now that's more like it.

how many boxes a week are you doing?

have you given any thought to CKA, cereal killers anonymous?

doreen, I'm not even going to mention Noxema

dino, I spent last weekend watching the girl's gymNASTYics trials. I never really was too fond of MaryLou either. I thought her smile was phoney. I had a hopeless crush on Ekatarina Zsabe (1984 Olymics) though.

CK Anonymous:

... the first step is to give up the spoon

~westie

westie,

I couldn't sell my spoon on eBay because it was too burnt on the bottom

so I guess I'm stuck with it

that's why my brain is like a rice crispie

snap, crackle, pop

what a riot...big imagination points and you can dance to it,
I'll give a Special K and nine boxes of FrankenBerry.....well done

Another LRod poem to lurve.....
just fabulous...
H