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