Dinner is served/ Tonight’s special…/ “heart on a plate”/ “lets be friends” is the hardest bite to chew/ you’ve apparently ordered the wrong dish/ but you’re still stuck with the bill/ along with whatever it is that you have in front of you/ sure, you don’t have to eat it/ but then you’re just gonna starve/ and nothing reminds you of a poor choice like an empty stomach/ you hardly ever eat out/ and now you kinda wish you just stayed at home/ where you have control over what ingredients are put in the pot/ but.. you didn't do that, and let's say you just eat the meal instead/ how good do you feel when that meal digests?/ did it really nourish you?/ it’s easy to be impatient and just get fast food or take out/ both completely lacking in nutritional value/ leftovers are a common rebound/ but don’t you get tired of the same old thing?/ “spaghetti again!?,” you might say/ unless, of course, spaghetti is your favorite/ in which case you probably should have dined in to begin with/ oh wait!/ that meal you ate doesn’t settle well/ you think your going to throw up/ so you go find a bottle shaped beauty/ name tag says… “tums”/ but man, that’s only a 2 hour treatment/ even pepcid ac wears off eventually/ ultimately, your unsatisfied/ and you still hurl/ I guess it comes down to finding the perfect meal for you/ But you shouldn’t subscribe to the idea of going to cooking school/ You might have some success in the kitchen/ But these aren’t your recipes/ So you can never truly take credit for them/ I know realize that you have to get burned a few times in the process of learning when to increase the temperature on the stove/ And when to wash your hands so you don’t contaminate something others will eat as well
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
1. "RE: if you don't like sappy, then don't read" In response to Reply # 0
*Metaphorically De~LIGHT~Full*
Nothing sappy 'bout ^this^, by the way! -- *NopE*
Sounds like YOU .... been there/done that --
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥