Midnight.....

somewhere
between two half slices
of a bread

a man slips in
with a mayonnaise
in his soul

the two slices close
him in
perfectly to make him
feel
that this is a world
of the burger

comforted
he waits for the other
to take the
best bite

all in his life
he simply
wants to be consumed
by hunger.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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