Word Salad
Add all ingredients
Even the deviants
They hide well under
Pleasant sounding tones
Pound out the heartache
The core comes out easily
It only needs twisted, then torn
Decorate the edges with
never meant pledges
and garnish with a dressing of tears
Serve it up gaily
When eaten daily
They say it will cure all your pain
Swallow the bitter
It helps numb the memories
Of promises that never were born
On to the main course
Just keep on dining
Keep it all down with a smile
Don’t pay attention to your aching digestion
They say it will disappear in a while.
