*A little detour...a little more cynical than usual I guess...I wouldn’t really consider this a poem, more of an observation/criticism of what people look for in writing…
Detritus mopes along the sea floor
Normally consumed by the bottom-feeders
Strangely enough in this time and age
Scavengers come from all corners
For a delicacy oh so relished
Of decayed substance
In search of the immediately digestible
For it produces instantaneous results
Forgotten is nutrition--
Value found in rumination
*Perhaps this is incomplete, but at least the thought is out…
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