Poem, Food, Poverty Pillaging
Two Falls In Dairy
May 8, 2024
when I found the mouse trap it was empty
and unconvinced, I stole the cheese away
with, admittedly, minor bruising, though
not being a mouse, I came through okay
when I found the cheese trap it was full
forty entire pounds of proper aged cheddar
come morning being told to go, to desist
to stop raiding their bloody dumpsters
below those snow-blasted mountains
a flavor provision in green rusted steel
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