Tastes Like Campbell's

About an absent-minded lunatic woman

A wig in yellow

15 minutes of torture

It talks and balks

the wig resides on top of an empty domain

"Did I turn off the coffee pot?"

 

Talking to the wig

is like talking to a hand or a brick wall

15 minutes of torture

possessed with coded table banging

 

The soup bowl never empties

deviant, schizoid, narcissistic, and greedy

place more nickels in its panties

15 minutes of torture

Where did the money go?

To the place of no return

the exact place where the demon resides

 

Vernon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Pyrallis]

This is by far your best poem ever!

kudos's to you!