Celebrating National Poetry Day With a Poem About Pizza


Slice of Pizza

I’m dripping wet. Bodily fluids waterfall through every crevice, determined and with terrifying purpose.

Nothing around me but flesh. Pink, doughy, incalculable girth.

Doorbell. Moans of ecstasy ring loud – our screams are heard.

Pizza’s here.

Steve DiMatteo

Author: Steve DiMatteo

Steve is an editor for Robot Butt. You can follow him on Twitter @steve_dimatteo.

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