Kind of nice, but bitter
The taste of convenance
Easy.
Homemade.
Over there, not.
Nowhere to find.
In the place I call home.
Kind of nice, but bitter,
Going cold, always sour.
My Sweet,
You never complain,
Alternatives, what?
I wouldn’t change a thing!
Except if it was mud cake in the face.
I am glad you are here
You will not go
For this is bitter to a hungry man,
And it tastes good.
When will thou arrive?
By Peter Veugelaers.
Talking Writing 