Sigh, my love letter to my country. Don’t worry ba-by I still love you and I won’t let anyone hurt you. ANYONE! -M.R
The Bubbling Melting Pot
Poem By M.R
This stew, this melting pot,
This concoction that hath been
Boiling over at stops and starts.
The things that hath been roiling
over from a simmer to a boil from
nye over two hundred years!
Scum hath been allowed to rise to
the surface and burnt bits to stick to
the bottom of the pot. This recipe hath
been stirred and hath salt. It burns with
pepper and hath spice aplenty for all! It
is not a perfect recipe by any means yet
it makes one hath a taste for more.
Now and again something is added to
the recipe and some hath said the stew
twas too sweet and some hath said that
the stew was too bitter. Yet in this recipe
calls forth the memories of all the Mothers
in every kitchen of the earth with all the warmth
that doth follows it.
With love as the ingredient and safety as it’s
subconscious mien one can’t help but despair
of it’s like every running out or going sour.
Becoming this tasteless sop that no one can bear.
a thin meal that gives no sustenance, a cold gruel
that goes down not well at all, a concoction that might
as well be water for all the good it does to the body.
The Bubbling Melting Pot that flawed cooks through the
ages made and mad geniuses created. A gastro metaphor
that once made can only be strengthened with more of the
sterner stuff that hath made it an enduring classic. A meal meant
for all and all are welcomed. This is gourmet fare for the masses!
This big bubbling melting pot is the most affordable meal in the universe.
The Bubbling Melting Pot
