If it walks like a duck

If it quacks like a duck

Chances are...

It is a fucking duck

If more than 3 people have said something

If you've written more than 3 poems about it

If you've skipped 3 meals

It's probably an ed

Probably.

Does it char your throat?

Taste of guilt?

Crying over spilt milk

Or the thought of having to make something

Later you say.

Don't need breakfast if you slept till noon

Don't need lunch if you'll eat dinner

Don't need dinner if you need to cook it

If you need to ruin a perfectly fine dish

I don't hate food

Don't dislike it

Just don't have time

Or desire

Fighting hunger cuz I need a fight

The bruises and the broken bones aren't enough

Punch me in the gut, there's nothing to throw up

The world is simpler when you're empty, clearer

It's no different when you're full

It's different when you have to move

To the kitchen

Turn on a stove, risk getting burned

Risk getting bored, risk losing track

Wasting time, wasting food

Left on the counter top

Left in the oven

And the fire alarm is ringing

And the noise is horrible stimulation

And the sprinklers are a welcome sensation

The different textures, feelings, temperature

Hot fire, cool water

Alarm bells, your music, the tv

Dog barking, roommate screaming

Beautiful cacophony, crescendo

White noise, mind slowing

Always in inverse with the world

High low, up down

Playing the clown

A starving clown...

But it's not a duck.

It's not a duck.