LunchA Poem by Bryan MicheniLet's have the burger and fries And realise Fate. Psychoanalyse all And know Inadequacies
Slathered in pleasure-sauce Of short-time existence, We realise Death shall come soon... Clog up life-veins, And hope for distorted perspective To help us through, if for nought more; Fatten up flaws for the slaughter And let cardiac dischord Carry away last of our hopes... Maybe we'll walk away better, More callous to the world, To let past scatter over The Sands of Time. Maybe we could change before then: Become more healthy; Leave sweet lies behind; But i doubt the latter.
Maybe breakfast would have been a better date. © 2011 Bryan MicheniAuthor's Note
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