Poetaurant Now Serving Diners Not Drivers-Thru Poem by Trunami ...

even now, how they cannot see
my soul in its true condition
they do not care to understand
not beyond what is easily eaten
in the jaws of their prude curiosity
suffering visiable malnutrition
everything we do not see
is the lack that proves what must be
yet, the act is put on
for me to buy into, though I cannot
and never will till it is no more
time has been patient with me
I can not admit to being the same
waiting for the eyes to dine
for the extended stay and fine wine