“Rice doesn’t taste the same.”

Posted on January 6, 2012

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Poem written awhile back, always thought it was little different.

 

Rice doesn’t taste the same.

Go well, young beast,

When season is set sharp-

It is always the best of aim, which frolic

The brightest, then swiftest, longest shot.

Remember when you were someone done well?

…As opposed to being well done?

Now;

Morning sunshine a shade shorter,

Out of the way everyday.

A fat meal

But no teeth sharp enough to do quickest battle.

Not long ago, they always say

“killing bees and setting fire to army figures

& wondering when Saturday morning cartoons are coming.”

When you are a child

you are the best circle rolling down

The biggest never-ending hill.

But now

‘bigger & stronger’

won’t make the rice taste any better.

Rice doesn’t taste the same when she is away.”

 

 

Copyright, Justin K., 2010.

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