Aren’t I just the ugliest god damn duckling that you ever did see?
Quacking to and fro,
To and fro.
It’s all served up to you on a plate.
Including the things that you cannot see.
“A Wasteland Now” they sing.
These joyous little children,
With mothers’ serving ’em dinner on a plate.
Tasteless. Tasteless plates.
So what to do?
With those invisible moments that connect one second,
To the next?
No easy answer,
But how about this?
Tonight, try adding peppers.