Self-Argument Poem by Troy Cochran

Self-Argument



My soul and I are disagreed.
He wants food for thought,
And I want scrambled eggs.

'Look here, ' I say. 'Seein' how it's me
What's doing the cooking,
You bring me something solid for a change
And I'll make you a scrambled thought.'

We settle for a piece of toast,
Dealing one to each;
And share a cup of coffee, hot.

Now I'm thinkin' I want
Boysenberry jam,
And he's got something in his teeth
And won't eat.

Monday, September 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humor,january,poverty,self,winter
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Another selection from 'JANUARY in the House of Nods.' Mostly poems about nothing; in this case, making the best out of rather poor conditions.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sochukwu Ivye 02 October 2017

Haha. But it's does happen. Almost like an out-of-body experience. While perusing, I giggled at the personified state of the invisible soul here. Techniques well applied; figures, well employed.

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Troy Cochran 02 October 2017

Life is a seesaw. Levity, I find, is the great leveler when the Gravity of a situation is approaching the playground. :)

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