Mustang Musings May 2020 | Page 18

There's no way:

'tis the perfect temptation which informs

Mine eyes to be true. Now over all my sleep I have nightmares

About cutting it. Other cooks celebrate the failed perfection. See not the carrot I shall soon ruin with my shaking hands.

The very carrot surrounded my whereabouts and state the carrot is chopped magnificently.

Words to my taste and perfect to what I should smell.

DINNER'S READY!

I go, and it is done; the call invites me.

Hear it not a gleaming carrot for it is true

That summons thee to kitchen or table.

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Wonder by Lara Ulstad

Infinite possibilities, infinite outcomes.

Any desire you could ever have, right at your fingertips.

Could you imagine such power? Such omnipotence?

It could be overwhelming, yet

beautiful,

But remember,

Our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose.

A single thought, and your dreams are displayed before you,

Yet lurking in the shadows is always a night terror.

Don’t be deceived, thinking you’ve found a treasure,

For what is in your hand is only fools gold.

Don’t be discouraged, though,

Because even though you cannot see it at first,

What you have in your possession

Is the greatest gift ever given to man.

Yes, this great ethereal force

Is called the internet.

DINNER'S READY!

I go, and it is done; the call invites me.

Hear it not a gleaming carrot for it is true

That summons thee to kitchen or table.

Don’t be deceived, thinking you’ve found a treasure,

For what is in your hand is only fools gold.

Don’t be discouraged, though,

Because even though you cannot see it at first,

What you have in your possession

Is the greatest gift ever given to man.

Yes, this great ethereal force

Is called the internet.

Roses are Red by Anonymous

Roses are red

Violets are blue,

I am alone

Because of you.

Some are meant to walk alone

I know that is true,

It could be my path

But maybe it’s for you.

I don’t think we’re meant to be,

Maybe in another life,

If you promise to stay true to me.

Do Not Admonish Me by Natalie Robles

Do not Admonish me,

Do not stack the woes of war on my conscience and cry sin.

Do not claim piety when you all but follow the amalgamation of malice and greed.

Our damnation gives us the freedom of grievance…

Let the gods play their darling games.

Let our lot fester and grow.

How dreadfully vile our sins,

How lovely our crimes,

Let us dance to our screams, oh gods of our world.

For we are all damned in this little world of ours.

Damned to rot in our magnificence.