Pigs And Truffles Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I don't want to bother you
if you don't love me anymore.
Please let me know
so I don't bother you no more.

Let me cross you out
like all the dead ones
that preceded you.
At my age they're fallin'

through life's cracks
like dead leaves in autumn
turn into humus and truffles.
Please don't let me be a pig

with my snout in the dirt
looking for absent truffles.
On this hopeful note I sip
another sip of absinthe.

Hum! Better switch to Vodkah!