Transmuted To A Desert's Dessert! Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

Hey! I don't want to stay here,
the doubt of no doubt is nipping
at my efficacy and who am I not?
Maybe if I go for a ride to town
and see all the friends I don't
have a reaffirmed soul will appear?

Oh yes, the familiar folks who foster
yokes and whose charms are as acrid
potions...hell's delights, for me!
My/this arid plain doe's offer respite as one
look's 'back! ' at that lush realm and its hungry
exponents eating their plates with the food...

then the table...
then the floor...
here's the dirt!