The Great Unknown
Close until you can see his meal
Sitting on the table the TV’s on
By a method you can’t see very well
How that life will or will not relate
While you sit there and think about it
How you’d finally rather not wake up
To another test of your ability to know
But meanwhile he or she is exactly you
And what mastery it is of the unbidden
A plate of chillies stuffed with pork mince
Eight of them sat simply upon the plate
And two of them were really too hot to eat.
While you sit there and think about it
How you’d finally rather not wake up
To another test of your ability to know
But meanwhile he or she is exactly you
And what mastery it is of the unbidden
A plate of chillies stuffed with pork mince
Eight of them sat simply upon the plate
And two of them were really too hot to eat.
© 2010 Rob Schackne
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