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It’s not candy
It not a bitter pill crushed at meals twice a day
It’s not a spicy taco grabbed hot from a street truck
It’s not a massive soda gulped at lunch break
It’s not an old birthday cake stale with a fly landing on it
It’s not fresh bubble gum popping all over your face
It’s not a thousand-calorie cheesecake you can’t eat ‘cause you’re losing weight
It’s a poem consumable
24/7
The one in your pocket
Image Credit: Hervé
from bohème et bourgeoisie dans l’industrie littéraire
