Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Pobjie Poetry Month Day One Title courtesy of @Dom_Innate

Sausages

And it's true they said
You never want to see how sausages or relationships are made
You don't want to see what goes into them
The grinding and mutilation you need
To make everything smooth at the end

You don't want to see the stinking offal
Mangled to palatibility by the need to be needed
You don't want to see where the meat comes from
That fills up the casing
You need to forget what it is you're eating

You don't want to see the disguise laid
On the offcuts that were left when the quality was all used up
You don't want to see how you've been made to believe
This meal was worth buying
Worth wanting

You don't want to see just how bad it is for you
You don't want to know how it got here
Because when you do, you'll toss it
Right where it belonged from the start
Where it won't catch in anyone else's throat, where it can't stick between anyone else's teeth

It's true
You don't want to see how sausages or relationships are made
It'll only depress you if you find out
You've been eating a lie
All this time

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