Don't Touch My Treasure
Don't Touch My Treasure
My spaghet, so precious and delicious,
The flavor that ignites me with hope and optimism
Just by thinking about it filled me with enlightenment
Would I reach Nirvana?
The spaghet that could abolish all malevolence from the world
Was placed before me, almost daunting
Power dripped from my fork, fear augmented within me
The initial hope and content I had felt slowly dwindled
Someone had touched my spaghet
Everything was meaningless now
This poem is about:
Our world