The Christmas Army
gave me a chocolate
cake, but it was past
it's sell by date,
(yet didn't tell me..)
but I thought I better
eat it straight away,
for Jesus's sake...
it was dry in places,
and I smothered it
in mouthfuls of Java Sumatra,
waste not - want not,
die of something else?
even empty,
where is your salivation?
for that famous
jewish girl hid away,
and lived on rotten vegetables,
she got caught anyway,
and we are all caught too,
somewhere in secret...
I don't mind, I know I could
be eating grass or even seagull
dirt one day,
I mean, if the world food chain
should ever break...
yes, 'out of date' chocolate cake,
will melt down the door
of my empty larder...
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