December 18th, 2013

Whale fluke

From the depths of my poetry files

Not completely sure where this came from, but I can see when.

Anyway, some poetry:



On the Menu (August 30th, 2001)

Shallow sensation, served with cheap laughs and beer
(Wanna-be wit, making all into a joke)
Belligerence, crassness, denunciations, eyes that leer
(Something pointless, something care-less, to waft away like wisps of smoke)
-- A meal of air, with the sound of white noise
Sent to hammer at the body and the mind
The "Flavor of the Week" the latest dish that destroys
Much more than your taste; makes you socially blind.



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