Daniel Human Poet Dramatic Verse

Curdled Milk

so, this is what life is about
no use to scream
no use to shout
this is what life is about

the cream floats to the top
the top to taste
first
slaking the thirst
of what life is about

but the cream
is but a whisper
the thinnest layer
the body yet good
is mere staple food

and if not used 
quickly, quickly
it curdles and splits
knowledge and wits
yet curdled life
is not spoiled
it is an acquired taste
nothing to waste

so don’t pinch your face
at this thickened grace
enjoy every bit
not knowledge but wit
for wisdom lies
where milk spiller cries

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Eve Roper December 24, 2014 at 10:43 PM Good write,Danial, 7, I know your not talking about spoil milk. Sorry, but this did give me a foul taste in my mouth. I went to my refrigerator, two days ago craving milk, a half-gallon sitting in front of me so I pour a glass and took two swallows because I was not sure about the first. Yuck spoiled.