There is no picture attached, so serious consideration to its validity is pondered. Should I attach one? It's always an afterthought. Dark char wafts in from the kitchen, while I make this consideration. ****, that was the last potato too. Not another to grate my nerves. Breakfast interrupted for brooding, but there are no eggs. Prices crisis, you know. Oatmeal must do. That sappy grin on that Quaker fella's face, can you see it? It's on a cylindric container all red, white and blue. Daughters of the American Revolution approved. I'd prefer something green, like a field fresh as dawn, with some Huckleberry Finn imagery, a boy barefoot, no cares, ******* on a sheath, all buck-toothed. Can you imagine that?
This is a bit of a jab (well, maybe more than a bit) at poets who feel the need to attach a photo or image to their work to get more hits on social media. I know. Snarky, aren't I?