Soup

by abracadabra   Apr 21, 2007


My mind swims in a soup
Of words and decisions,
Of turds and weak visions.

I will taste each morsel faithfully,
And wonder whether to
Salute or slur the Chef.

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  • 16 years ago

    by sibyllene

    You should not use the word "taste" directly after the word "turd!" Pshhhhh....

    Despite that... as always, its obvious that you have an intimate understanding of words - how they sound, how they feel, how they look standing next to each other. Yaaaarrr!

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