All You Can Eat Buffet Poem by Anthony Liccione
All You Can Eat Buffet
half n half, whole
wheat bread whale
of a time, split
in two buttermilk
biscuits, staring
down my throat
no matter, where
I am is is am I
happy to eat, what
others leave behind
in a napkin, folded
to take home to
mother nature, famish
needing nurture because
a poor shoe, holes
is not a way to walk
around in life, children
laugh no matter what
deprived or full.
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4/24/2024 12:12:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
no matter, where I am is is am I happy to eat, what others leave behind in a napkin, folded to take home to.. bringing into the mind of the poets about the fact of poverty in our society....... thank you dear poet . all you can eat Buffet is a great title when we come to poverty later......... thank yu.. tony