What is the correlation between music and food?
They both feed us with truth.
What is the connection of breakfast and morning blues?
At the carnival booth?
Why cry out songs of broken heart pains,
Like the ice cream we eat while watching chick flicks?
Why try to heal with hymns and carol lanes,
Like the big thanksgiving feast where we are all pigs?
I suppose these two supplements,
In which off we survive,
Are both where love begins and ends,
And never where we thrive.
At least that is my argument,
In 'how to' and 'how to not'
But what I mean and what I meant,
Are never in one pot.
In this regard, it's fair to say,
"I never eat with spoons,
But rather with the earplugs that,
Will end the 'Me and you's"
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Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations
PoetrySometimes We cry Sometimes We laugh Sometimes It's one of the same thing Warning: may contain strong language, adult themes, and an unnecessary amount of "extra".
