The Onion Poem Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I suggest when you have a writer's block
start peeling each overlapping line of your poem
and create a paper ball that can be fitted inside a tube
of thickened paper also called cardboard
i.e. hardened tubular papier-mâché like those

sophisticated in the French tongue would call it.
It goes like this with the first line spelling,
how do cars avoid driving straight to the beach?
Were they to use a metaphor like the abysmal
undulating void it would be so much more poetical.

The next line asks, may a woman lift a car if her child
does not wear a seat belt
The answer is of course she can because that woman
is amazing.
It goes on to state that the ugly state of American

politics is easy to understand when you consider
the fact that so few Americans are exposed to murals
of people holding hands.
That's because they would consider it oh so much
too gay.

And is it ethical for prenatal testing to tell you
if your baby will be too annoying to love.
Of course there're a lot of tips to spice up your
sex life but I'll mention only one:
Do it standing or sitting A.S.A.P. because the onion

may not open its heart tomorrow.
Just think for a moment that flanked by your tears
and while climate change decimates coffee crops
I'll be crying deep between the onion skins.