Monday, July 9, 2012

Day 34 - Truth (poem)

TRUTH

No food
is
perfect.  Sometimes

I want
donuts, or burgers, or a hot dog
improperly cooked
on a roaring campfire.
Sometimes I want

an apple,
or yogurt, or a goddamned
granola bar.

It all depends

on so many factors, but
I know
if you have to choke it
down

it's been poorly prepared.

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