you squeezed it from its little packet
onto your glazed doughnut
mindlessly committing culinary blasphemy
without a sound
others did not notice
until they saw the yellow remnants
on your red wax lips
they said nothing
for their rapt attention was on the boss
who chattered on about grand ideas
while you guiltlessly chewed and swallowed
I missed nothing
for your bold foray
into comestible “paradigm shifts”
was of far more interest to me
than the inflated business at hand
like sweet custard on a Frito pie
your mustard caught my eye
and had me pondering
the elusive mysteries
of mind and mouth
while others gazed at our leader’s clean moving lips
untroubled by their enchantment
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
you squeezed it from its little packet
onto your glazed doughnut
mindlessly committing culinary blasphemy
without a sound
others did not notice
until they saw the yellow remnants
on your red wax lips
they said nothing
for their rapt attention was on the boss
who chattered on about grand ideas
while you guiltlessly chewed and swallowed
I missed nothing
for your bold foray
into comestible “paradigm shifts”
was of far more interest to me
than the inflated business at hand
like sweet custard on a Frito pie
your mustard caught my eye
and had me pondering
the elusive mysteries
of mind and mouth
while others gazed at our leader’s clean moving lips
untroubled by their enchantment
**on the significance of staff meetings in the world of grown ups
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