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.
There are the usual habits of the writer, but for me one of the most important one is “waste not, want not”. Life can be a garbage can at times, in that things gets thrown around and thrown out. The ideal is not to waste anything. As a writer, this means to not waste a word, a paragraph, and idea, that may be of use somehow, somewhere. Of course, I fall short in executing this 100 per-cent, but the principle is something I want to abide by, from what’s in my room, to the cupboard, generally speaking. Waste not, want not also means that anything I buy is used economically, from food, to CD’s.
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