Eat It Or Starve
now it has outgrown both purpose and pity.
A pity so unique that its softness
leaves you scrambled like and egg.
they will eat me soon with a cold fork covered in hard
cheese a dishwasher overlooked.
one word can make a difference,
but, can there ever be
a one one word poem?
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
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