NO APPETITE

Life was no cook
He dished up beetles for my
tea, still...being anorexic this
never bothered me
I always smiled a thankyou
whilst I set the creatures free
Turned up for my supper... as
dutiful should be 

Then one day all the beetles
Came to speak with me,
said...
Do not swallow life stuff, it
tastes of piss and wee, this
life cook, well...he has to go,
the menu stinks...a poor show
The diner and the food all one,
a recipe that pleases none

So leave the table, smash the
bowl, throw the plate and
scream and howl, trash the
diner, tip the pot...make life
choke on his own rot, walk
away with head held high,
and...
Kick his ass back up to sky

M P 16/6/21