Monosodium Intimate

This piece is about half measures and unequal returns in love. This is a companion piece to my other poem, "Junk Food Man"

You gave me s**t
Sprinkled with MSG
And a few years ago,
It was enough for me
I'd not notice the stench
And just enjoy its quick taste
Then I'd try to get more
And do so with haste
But even turds were too much
For you to give to me
And now I realize
You wouldn't do this
If you had respect for me
I'm done asking why
You put me in this place
Because giving you any energy
Is so plainly a waste
I'm not something to keep
hidden in your back pocket
to be summoned for convenience
or kept crumpled in a wallet
I thought it was going so well,
but I was in for a treat
At the flip of a switch
I thought I was in Hell
tossed asided like spoiled meat
You can put sprinkles and icing on s**t,
but that doesn't make it a cake
The smell and the flies will prevail
and you'll realize it's really not great
No matter how pretty the wrapper
or how shiny the baking sheet
No amount of skilled plating can hide
the fact that it f*****g stinks
and it definitely wasn't sweet

Author's Note

opinions welcome