My Writing Is Hamburger

   
Bon appetite.....
(but keep the Rolaids
well within reach).  
   
   
   
My thoughts come like scrapes  
of left over trimmings  
and placed upon page  
to start the beginning  
   
Then mixed with some spices  
to give it a flavor  
hopefully something that  
someone will savor  
   
And once in awhile  
I manage to string  
enough in one place  
to make someone sing.  
   
But, when it turns out  
like rancid meatloaf  
I do deeply pray  
that someone won't croak  
   
Perhaps it's just me  
these feelings inside  
while pen's in my hand  
and I start to scribe