So what's in it for me?
I have never known
Despite all I've heard
And all I've been shown
It's a lie, like a promise
That can never be kept
A guarantee of patience
I cannot accept
What's in it for me?
The only way I'll know
Is to eat the fucking thing
But there's no toad in the hole!
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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Comments5
Maybe no toad in the hole but blood in the pudding or a grasshopper in the pie. A poem that could apply to so many thing and in general seems existential. Nicely metered and rhymed
Superb
There may be toad in the hole soon SC, it will be waiting for you.
Andy
🤍🤍 wonderful
There seems to be quite of bit of reflection here.
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