waiting on line
in my mind. everybody
cutting and they
don’t even know it and hey
I was here. getting coffee
and a scone but
also waiting.
"…something like the supervisor of an entire team of political agents…"
waiting on line
in my mind. everybody
cutting and they
don’t even know it and hey
I was here. getting coffee
and a scone but
also waiting.
more food poetry. nosh already!
or, are you trying to usurp angus o’mann as the fast food poet?
get your own niche, i mean nosh.
you say niche, i say nosh
you say keesh, i say osh kosh g’gosh…
Let angus o’mann have his day. There will come a time — I say there will come a time when the great masses will rise up and demand more of a, say, coffee, lemonade, and spaghetti bolognese poet. And that day I will nosh hearty. Til then: Don’t tickle the milkman.
-Cecil O’Vortex