UnPoetia:Subliminal Poetry

Poetry for people who hate poetry

You, and all, in time, become a paste,

should time ground all into sad equality,

eat while you still know you can taste,

at life's expense, however paltry,

McDonald's was a name I saw,

and the first and last, both upon boards,

order is tricky, and in life lies death's maw,

chicken and cows, as we are fed, we become hoards,

nuggets of silver and veins of gold,

and in wealth, our own are split through a knife,

a reminder of change, and yet always of old,

milk-shake of pain, love, and always of life. Main Page