Lost in the Sauce

Lost and cannot be found.

It is in a swirling world that you are bound. You could learn to swim

or you could let things take their tole

and see where they go.

Though maybe the only way you will go is down and not up.

Possibly so far lost, you're at the bottom of the cup.

Climb the wall

and have no fear

because the sauce will break your fall.

The sauce in which you are lost is waiting to be tossed,

thrown away or fed to a giant.

beware, for it is the sauce that you can become relient on.

In life you are merily just a Pawn,

A Pawn that sits humbly amongst Queens, Kings and Rooks.

You are disposable amongst the other seven Pawns that are just like you.

But about those Queens, Kings and Rooks...

Do you want to be like them?

Get out of the sauce and read some books.

At least then you'll acquire something far more valuable than looks.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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