Table Salt
Table salt is only truth
Filled up to the lip.
Sitting there upon your booth,
Waiting to be tipped.
Over shoulders it's dispensed.
The truth so quickly stricken.
Sacrificing common sense
For useless superstition.
Copyright © Timothy Yeager | Year Posted 2016
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