Into desiccated tomatoes I delved
After opening the jar:
I feared the smell of salt and vinegar
Yet as if drowsed by them
I fell in to them eating:
You see, my Monsignor, how we,
We humans, change mood all at once
Now we were calculating going north
Then a smell, a warm smell alters us,
Our face colors and our brain flashes
And therein we change our direction
Trudge south, not north, order I
My steps and feet, body follow suit.
And in Politics that’s quite cute
A Principle I would say would constitute.
Open Politician, . open your ears
The heavens still frown, though the rain clears.
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