This poem is constructed of objects that you would find in your average middle-class kitchen.
This poem contains enough space to get by.
This poem makes you uncomfortable.
This poem cannot begin until you sit down.
This poem refuses to be referred to as a poem.
This poem would like to be referred to as Kat.
This poem is accepting applications.
This poem does not pay a living wage.
This poem knows the wages of living.
This poem is worried about the economy.
This poem wants peace, but loves explosions.
This poem wants to move in with you.
This poem is really great with parents.
This poem is full of meatloaf.
This poem has rendered itself useless.
This poem is a conundrum.
This poem is heavily invested in the markets.
This poem gives in to its urges.
This poem is nervous about its appearance.
This poem cannot be trusted with polite company.
This poem has a beef with you.
This poem is constructed of objects that you would find in your average middle-class kitchen.

i could sit with this poem all day.

Sounds like those words have taken a tour and come FULL circle back to the beginning again.Much like a circle. Very interesting to say the least!

Bring bagels!! ((H))
NOW I'm off to bed!



Thank you, rod!

Jason...you are 1 post away from 1000!

Youre most welcome! Very creative,and refreshing to say the least!