David Lohrey Poet Blank verse

My Plate

I’d prefer
I’d prefer only to eat things I like.
I’d prefer to eat only in Rye. 
Only I’d prefer 
I’d only prefer
 
I’d prefer to eat things I like, like pastrami on rye.
But I’d rather die than have to dine 
On a burger with wine.
Just stand in line and count til’ nine and then 
You’ll learn to lie.

Only I would prefer to eat things you like 
To bring to a party. 
It’s partly me and then again it’s never been a part
Of me to take it to committee.  When the vote comes in, 
the inventory can begin. 											


I’m counting on the part that’s good, 
the taste of tea and vinegar.
I’d prefer to eat only things I like, despite your good intentions.
Sample this and have some of that, whether I like it or not.
I’d rather have gin.

My address went something like this, and then ended 
Up in Berchtesgaden.
Everyone wants a lair, only his had flair.
Six, seven, eight: who do we get to humiliate?  It’s alright with me as long
As gays can marry. 

I’m lonely. But I’d prefer to eat what I like, only
There is nothing left.
Pass me your plate. 
I’d prefer to dine
alone.

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