Gord

2025-02-14 08:46 pm

Cannot you write of greater things?
Or still is life consumed with frings?
What do vegetables in a garden say?
That they are selfish, wrong, gay, 
That the old ways have gone away?

Carrots are obsessed with sex,
Consumed with greed, and peppers, 
What does sausage on a skillet say? 
It sits, writhes and screams in pain.

Life isn't an arcade machine,
You don't put coins in and get to play.