Yard Sale of Thoughts

Feed them word fecundity—
a lavish spread of roasted beats
and sweet poetry pies.

We're all they need.

Provide a spread
of diverse dish: piles of joy,
grief-stricken loaves
and sauteed satire.

Wash the feast down
with the wine of wit—
full-bodied wisdom
tinged with buttery lies.

For what we slow, 
dependent hosts
must quickly realize:
our once honored guests

turn masters. 
Invitees first, 
but in time,

disasters in disguise.

© 2026 | K.F. Hartless

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