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Silly Cafe Poem

August 26, 2021
By Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
129 articles 33 photos 956 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love, because you can’t love your way out of the lunatic asylum, but it makes it more fun to be a lunatic.

Backstroking down Sanity Avenue,

I basked in the faces

that were like bread roll appetizers passed around

 in the hot-jelly café of life.

I am happy to take any of them to the restaurant

 and break rolls with them

and we can eat our sorrows away.

You are the soup, I am the crouton.

You are the spoon to my fork.

I am the parmesan cheese

 to your pepper-shaker.

You are the salt to my tortilla.

You are the tip,

I am the table.

The author's comments:

I can't tell why I love this it bad? Good? Terrible? I love it for its sheer silliness.

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on Sep. 1 2021 at 12:37 am
Itsmaanya_25 GOLD, Indore, Other
19 articles 1 photo 44 comments

Favorite Quote:
It's Okay to have butterflies in your stomach, as long as you make them fly in formation

I really like this poem!

on Aug. 31 2021 at 7:20 am
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
196 articles 22 photos 1038 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

its funny