WHO'S FAULT IS IT, REALLY?
As my Mouth greedily crunches
those chocolate peanut beans,
my poor, over-exhausted Stomach
begs, pleads, moans, and screams,
“You selfish, disgusting Mouth Hole!
Oh, how could you be so mean?
Can’t you see? I’m sick and tired
of those chocolate jelly beans!”
“Well, I do enjoy them, but
I hope that you understand,
it is not my fault, really.
It is this Lady’s Hand!”
“Hand! How dare you be so cruel!”
yelled my Stomach, but in vain.
“It is not me,” Hand replied.
“It is this Lady’s Brain!”
“Aha, Brain, you wrinkled traitor!
Well, at least you should know
that eating so many beans
is not good, so stop that flow!”
But my Brain calmly answered,
“I am not the one to blame.
There’s a lost creature here
and EMOTION is her name.”
“Well, Emotion, go away!
You destroy me, can’t you see?
I don’t want to eat those beans.
They are not good for me!”
But Emotion rustled softly,
twisted, turned, and hissed this sound,
“I would gladly disappear,
but first, please,
I must be found!”
LILIANA KOHANN
©Artpeace 2003
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