POEM: EGG 🍳

EGG I.

From eggshell airliners
To trash box diners

Time is a miner
Springing up the finer

Aspects of you
As grass passes due

To the air of truth
Taken or granted

EGG II.

I go hunting for worlds
Little egg environs

I crush some under sole
Others, I basket

As my feet leave trails
Of possibility

I crack open plastic
To see eternity

I take the weight
Of the ways before me

And carry the core
Of the chore of being

And those so quick
To dismiss what they see

Still struggle with the hidden
Aspects we heave

EGG III.

Crack, stir
Add no salt
Ramsey tolerates
No failure or fault

Pour into a pan
Tilt and stir
The chef with blonde hair
Is full of words

Perfect soft
Like a protein cloth
Eat for health or strength
And slay your inner sloth

When done add oregano
Cheese or pepper
Enjoy the warmth of flavor