Drown In The Sea (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Salted pumpkin pips taste so vile nobody over-
eats these terrible munchies, sure, they make a
satisfying enough crunch under the teeth but all
appreciation ceases as the nose acclimates to
whiffs of strangely rancid oil, they’ll last a week,
indeed become my new staple at work –

Over one hurdle & slow mastication begins, then
on to the next, oh, you realise how bored I am
with airport documents, I feed on devilish pips to
stay awake, stuck to a computer console as the
centre of attention – how can anybody not see
how bland life is when stuck in this routine

Earning a holiday for some future date by which
time the pains and aches are so bad, I’ll hobble
on the beach to drown in the sea?

2 May 2013