A Poem by jay
Whose pepper is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I say hello.
He gives his pepper a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The pepper is emotional, weak and deep,
But salt has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in plate with ducts that weep.
He rises from his soggy bread,
With thoughts of madness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.