A Lesson On Taste
I often trim the excess from my poetry
Then miss the savored layer of extra fat
Having discarded taste for meaning --
Rejecting one of my own principals,
No one knows the truth about anything --
Like spirits of a cave kill with help from
Scentless gas – the mind can do the body
More harm than excess grease and tardy
Hygiene. Not advocating for filth...but have
Fun first.
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