“Slowly...
Lowly mannerisms getting bowled
- Striked right out -
Diced and chopped to bits - plate ‘em;
Humility seemed hard to swallow - it just feels right now;
To confess the wrongs, hurt and heal
- The truth’s a full course meal best served with embracement;
Allow yourself to digest - don’t digress yet;
There’s more food for thought:
When you botch the recipe, stop remembering - take your eye off the stove
- Know you can start from scratch, cut the fat, and toss the scraps;
The secret ingredient is fast adaptation
- Sauce: Salvation
- A savory creation -
This dish displayed: A tasteful presentation;
Sensory stimulation: It appeals to the eye
- The cuisine divine; satiation- sublime;
The chef desired a well nourished mind.”
-Old Dying Joe
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Joseph Severo
I’m Old Dying Joe.
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