Friday, March 31

march 30th

a poem about free food



everyone knows theres no such
thing as an actually free lunch
so in some non monetary way
im sure ive already paid
but in the joy of the moment, thats not how its viewed
i just cant stop eating free food

a table thats laden with buffet
collected dilectable stuff - a
veritable finger food feast
fully fit for a king or at least
someone else not as great as theyre viewed
who cant stop eating free food

noone can tell me what this is
but i dont care, its a delicious
delicacy from a far off land (which is
more than can be said for the sandwiches)
laid out on a plate i am keen to denude
i just cant stop eating free food

i get looks which imply im a glutton
which seems frowned upon but on
the other hand id seem ungrateful
if i didnt have just one more plateful
and i certainly wouldnt want to appear rude
i had better keep eating free food

something made out of a chicken
dips and some stuff that you dip in
bhajis, samosas, tempura
take it and taste it and then youre a-
ddicted to picnic the second you chewed
and you'll never stop eating free food