A reasonable request
All I’m talking about is one mealI’d settle for a snackYou could fix something Or take me outDrive-thru if it’s easierI’m not asking for muchJust foodI mean, a soul’s gotta eat…
But when I am Doing my usual dance That is politely Referred to as multi-taskingThat intersection of Busy, erratic activityI ignore the voice ofOr stuff it with any available filler
Like the grade school white paste,Not the Elmer’s,This stuff was thick, almost drySome kids liked to eat itI’m guessing it was safe,Though void of nutrients,Thankfully it wasn’t going To kill anyone
I preferred crayons thatReminded me of wax lips and moustachesI’d buy at the candy store andJam in my pocketWith the collected detritusThat could tell my life story Until my Mom wouldWash away it away