Dining with a Side of HeimlichA Poem by Frieda PBurnt offerings.The words and feelings that are sorted jambalaya like a slow cooker they steam and churn burnt offerings of the most selective cuts adding spice and touches of old seeping memories there seems to be no end to the feast of negativity written in crocks of smiles, still can't toast it just right when you've been half baked and fried to death roasting at excessive high heat and drenched in hot sauce it's hard to swallow the sweet essence of life's flavors serve it up with crusty bread and wine to the guests they have no clue what they've imbibed would they choke on the horse of a different color if they knew they just dined on sacrificial lamb supper is tastefully served with a side order of Heimlich
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Added on July 2, 2013Last Updated on July 2, 2013 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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