Protein.
I'm not asking
To be a
Chicken.
Nor do I
Want to be
Soup
Or
Salad.
But
Being
Super
Sounds
Salivating.
Salivation
At the thought
Of
Meat.
I guess
It feels like
A
Track
Meet.
The sound of the gun,
The start of a run.
I ain't asking for
No
More
Beef,
But
I could go for
Some
Shrimp.
Something
Feels
Fishy,
But it isn't
The
Sashimi.
Or is it?
Don't want it to get cold.
I'm getting too old.
But life's a bit bold.
Like
Coffee.
Coughing
Because
That last piece of protein
Is lodged in my throat.
I laugh.
I spit it out.
Rinse
And
Repeat.
The plate of life,
My stomach,
Is ready
For
More.
My plate is clean.
Rinse
&
Repeat.