Baby Food for Thought
By: Uriah “The CivILLian” Walters
You get no piece of me
Not a morsel
Nor a fragment
Not even a bite.
No matter how much I mush it down for your taste buds to decipher
And force feed a portion of myself to your hollow abode
I just can’t seem to be digested.
You salivate a hunger and crave for satisfaction
To which I can’t make myself of any avail
So long as your teeth have not matured enough so as to help you understand.
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