eggs in a rye basket. taste test this.
paprika, pepper, pink salt, what's next?
better than most,
the food turns out fine. it fits right
in our stomach. what more do we need.
the assault on the tongue was unnecessary,
but I'm not one to plead. whatever is needed,
I will do: plug your phone in, take vanities,
bat off bad ones with a fist and foot.
the meals are the beginning. what we need?
proper friends, two good pets, a kitchen to cook
in, no war for the future. we want
what everyone needs. air and water and space.