Tuesday, November 25, 2003
PERSONAL MENU
A gesture that didn't mean
To pass as a surprise
Everything is set on the table
And you take as I'm doing it
Because you deserve to be a king
And you play around
With your imaginary crow
Asking for a kiss
Naming the food
Thinking I'm in the mood
As soon as I served your majesty
You sir spoke like a really young boy
You sir said
That's a really green vegetable
You cooked, you cooked this?
Yes sir soda and everything
Aren't you impressed?
I named it first and last
Start eating and swallowing
There is more in the casserole
Well
I did not made the soda
I just bought it man
I do take credit for that greenness
And I picked a fucking fork
And fucking knife
And fed you with leftovers
The dream about a happy life
Was all yours
Your definition of happiness
In witch I'm suppose
To cook and clean for you
Does not apply to me
Your dream
Is not my dream
I just cooked you a taste
My hand waving goodbye dish
I can name call meals too
And it works I may put it
In my personal menu.
Copyright 2003 Ana Toniolli
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