Sunday, August 26, 2012


Like petit fours
Delight the palate of the mind
And should your thoughts be so inclined
Will sate your very verbal vision
Adding yet their own precision
Fill you with a taste of awe
Bypassing both mouth and jaw
Feeding you their mental magic
Be it joyous, pensive, tragic
Nutrition for that special feeling
That should set cognition reeling
Nevermore to trust what’s real
Once you’ve tasted what you feel
Like an oyster swallowed whole
Eaten by your hallowed soul
Why else would you take them in
Greedy needy keep you thin
Without calories or nutrition
Digested fully by the brain
Perhaps pleasure, perhaps pain
The Metaphor’s the perfect dish
To conjure forth the perfect wish.

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