Yourself?

If only poets would cut out the salt,
Build in more meats and rice,
Stew words and let them simmer,
Boil over and bubble,
Develop an aroma,

I wouldn't feel that incessant urge,
To rub my scroll button,
Like my finger was running on a treadmill,
Away from the screen,
Away from the words that screech,
And scream.

I eat rice everyday, and meat and fish.
Too much salt, does not make a dish.

posted by Downhere. @ 11:09 pm