Thawed Out Meat Left to Sit

I've got to jump out of this box,
And detox.
Without stopping!
As I dropp those things I like a lot!
To explore something new.
That for me would be eye popping.
I've got to jump out of this box,
And detox.
From a groping overdose,
I've allowed to turn to slop!

Comfort zones I must leave alone.
With values condoned...
Rusting into a dust.

I must seek out what I have not!
I must have forgotten...
Thawed out meat left to sit,
Can become rancid.
Offensive!
Leaving a taste on tongues,
Not accustomed to what is decisively rotten!

I've got to jump out of this box.
And detox.
From a groping overdose,
I've allowed to turn to slop!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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