Taste

What is this that

I am looking at

Is it a dog or cat

Or just a man who

Got hit in the wrong

Place with a baseball

Who was standing no doubt

Without anything to do

Terrible, ugly what is

Going on here

oh that sound as

Hurtful as the sound of

An out of tune gong

But what I will say

As these words go round

I do not wish that this

Distasteful treasure be found

A hole punched through a canvas

Just know that I am not bound

For I’d like to say that

A smile is to be on my face

Remain not a frown

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