Screeches and twists tell no tales,
tickles and wiggles close all doubt,
through folds, i am drenched in thoughts;
1 shouldn’t have eaten this beef!
With an endearing taste, a revoking aroma
to last like cream upon my spongy bulge,
i desire it, but can’t have it.
I shouldn’t crave for this beef!
Curved moons tell of no plight,
dawn speaks with no remorse,
shadows revoke my movements
and mist chokes my estranged appetite,
as i grumble in idiotic anger..
I shouldn’t think of this beef!
Like pleasure after a congested meal,
with a fullness for thought and desire for
all sorts; i crave, want and feed for the
heart till it sets me apart;
while the soul remains incorruptible,
i must keep wake through despair
We are but slaves of this appetite;
1 conclude with fluctuating moods,
there is beef for romance
there is beef for fools
live for the moment, let shadows cast
and the sun-beams tell of my plight
as i close in deep thought and regret,
I won’t eat this beef again!