Why do we crave the unusual
That we feast on the improbable
We like to see the unpalatable
And talk about it whilst we are able
And as soon as we sit together
Our conversations may start about the weather
But we move along to what ails us in our bodily functions presumed
Then depending on whether copious amounts of liquor have been consumed
We go on to cure all that is wrong in this sad world of ours.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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