Monday, January 5, 2015

Soul Food: Eating One's Heart Out


Let’s get one thing clear, chéri— 
Some brainless poetasters say
You should never, ever serve 
Soul in a poem as the main entrée, 
With spirit and heart 
As side orders, all taboo 
For offal-eating fools dying 
To eat their words 
And have them too, a tad bit 
Too tasteless for the likes of me 
And you?


 

5 comments:

  1. Nice of you to drop by this old victualer's greecey (sic) spoon ; even nicer to hear the fare went down well.

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    1. And it's nice to always receive such a warm welcome and excellent service. I'll drop by for some more.

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  2. poetasters check for poison in the verse...invaluable when dead.

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  3. Perhaps it's time to resuscitate an old, albeit at times distasteful profession--the food taster!
    http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/hitlers-food-taster-reveals-the-horrors-of-the-wolfs-lair-9738880.html

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