The Bubbling Melting Pot

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