Lunch with Lyrics - Feb. 1, 2022

the poem written eating

pizza leftovers is always different

than the one scribbled

next to French onion soup

some stained lines the red ones

seem messier more passionate

tomato stains with a daring boldness

brown consume leaves a less risky tint

one excitable enough

to wake me during my nap

while the quieter one lays

silent near the folded napkin

being careful not to wander

too close to the newspaper

get caught in a one-handed sweep

and tossed into the trash