Pry open the point
Burst it with intent
Brief relatable moments
Have plenty more to vent
Won’t smoke with oxygen
Combustion not in the cards
No heat hot enough
To light up these bards
We’ll keep adding flavor
Until it’s too salty
And then we won’t eat it
So hungry we’re faulty
Can’t make them care
’Bout the things that I say
I’m only just a woman
So it seems, so I stay
Thanks for giving us something worthwhile, Maxine. I'm busy unsubscribing from the ones that bore me stupid. You are staying. xx
I like how you use rhyme on this poem. Nice.