Twice this month alone
I’ve read poems that allude to
Rapeseed oil.
Two different poets writing about different things.
Once, I could see.
Twice?
Or do poets all write about the same thing?
If so, what’s with the rapeseed oil?
What did I miss? Why didn’t I hear about it?
I’ll stop with the poetry for a while.
A third would be too much.
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Across the way the cat pads at his bed
For what seems like hours with that stupid face he gets.
Drives me nuts until I throw a pillow at him and scream for him
To stop.
He hisses and stomps up the stairs, each loud creak
Echoing through the house.
Coffee tastes like burnt wood without half and half;
There are no more cookies and
Only ten oxys left
in the Imodium bottle in the fridge.
Enough for three days if I’m careful.
Then I have to make a move.
I had to Google “Rapeseed Oil.” It’s like olive oil.
I read this several times over the last few months; oxy seems to be the problem! this is a very personal problem! Well-Written! Great Poem!
Glad you like it. Thanks for reading!