On his sandwich of life
I’m just the crust.
Once looked at in wonder
Now only lack lust.
“This can’t be good,
it’s dark and too bitter.
I’ll leave it alone,
I’ll just let it sit here.”
But the crust, lonely crust,
Who can’t help what it is
Only wants to be enjoyed
Like the bites before it did.
Watching your mouth form a smile
As you sink your teeth in
Licking your lips
And wiping your chin
But the crust doesn’t make it
It just gets thrown out
Hearing over and over
“it’s what’s inside that counts.”
Too square for some
Cut off by others
Even though usually,
It scores points with mothers.
You don’t need the crust
It doesn’t interest you
You don’t want the crust!
…but some people do.