Abstract and Me

Liver diced into 24 pieces
Browned and baked like crispy fries
Yummy to the tummy might you say
But it really has nothing to do with me

Lakes of red in colored glasses
Ponds of purple and shots of molasses
Kites flying low with shorted strings
But it really has nothing to do with me

Rivers died from ice caps melting
Iron and ore is smug and smelting
Buckets of yams in yammy-yam land
But it really has nothing to do with me

Paneled walls in 70’s structures
Wall paper pealing and waving good-bye
Lovers are loving and eating mud pies
But it really has nothing to do with me

Living out loud in closed empty spaces
Searching for rats to bet at the races
Pockets of posies to throw at the sea
But it really has nothing to do with…