Dear Mister Philosopher—here's a dab
of yellow-
mustard-yellow
poetry
to garnish up
your reallife desk;
hope
it keeps each
of your
work surfaces lubricated
and makes your objectives
harmlessly delicious.
Surely what else? could be
it's purpose—
why else
would you bother to keep a small bottle
in the door of your enormous
refrigerator?
