Animals at the table
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Poem by: Wisdom Seeker
Filthy fingers digging in deep
Sitting at the table they all ate
Remember the rule of not leaving elbows out?
Chewing with your mouth open
Eating like a pig
Watching those without etiquette
Leads me to eat alone
Lamenting in solace without the sound of food being chewed
Or the vision of disgusting faces being filled
The sticking mush unsettling my digestion
Not that I’m a prude
Surprised to find that I have a standard
Finally a solidity where the mud of watered down reasoning isn’t found
Of course nor are the welcome voices from table conversation
This repetition makes me question
Why are animals at the table while I’m alone?
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