USPs

I cannot hold my mouth from opening and

my eyes from closing

This Monday.

I will shoulder my chocolate,

I will crack my crackers,

I will wait for today’s USPs.

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Foody storm

Apparent control
On the surface of a storming ocean
Is the shakiest way of transport
Through the day.
Like a cat on a sailing boat
I always my eyes are high
To the faraway land
And my heart feels at home
Only when a fish lies in front of me.
Green Food as a panacea to the waves
And the wind
That poke me on the journey.