**** on the tongue
like citrus sour drops
my words made you blink
made you think and grimace

they wre meant too
too long have people fed
you pap and honey
leaving you siated
and dozy, porridge
for brains, will get you
nowhere

time to wake up
time to taste the wind
and  live....

pepper, ginger, chilli
feed your slack soul
chew on life, gristle and all

life is a banquet
                    **** it....partake