| Lament of a Subway Sandwich |
| Sunshine yellow smothers My sandwich. The bright color burns My throat as I Swallow. The obnoxious Brightness gags me. My eyes flinch In pain. A little becomes a lot When the artist adds her Interpretation Of the piece. I should know better By now, but the lines Can't lie. So many Customers, eager For their piece Of smothered lettuce And lunchmeat. Such lines should Have a stricter air. A dollop equals a dollop A little never to reach A lot. I'd like to Smother her With the condiment. See how she enjoys The retchful nature Of the color. The fumes choking her As I define "a little" In small enough Terms, so her Mushy mustard mind Can understand. |
| thrilling! show me more! |
| boring! let me go! |