I have no interest to chew on used meat.
Especially a piece I selected to season,
For my specific taste.
What would be the reason I needed to prove?
That I have acquired a craving for leftovers,
Someone else was given an opportunity to abuse?
I have no interest to chew on used meat, period.
Regardless how the presentation is dressed,
To leave me impressed.
I do my own cooking to flavor to my taste.
And when I am done I could care less who has it.
Since I then no longer consider it mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I appreciate your poem on crossroads.