Just My Poems

#74 Like That

Throw it on the table
The plate's in front of you

Eat, I command you to
Finish up
The plate shall shine

I don't like greens—
SHUT UP AND EAT
you shall do as I say

Not a word you shall utter
Eat
Eat
Eat
Eat
Eat

And so he fell over
From a bloated stomach
With a pained expression on his face