Choosy eater

In a word pickyeater

Eat a random bird’s dirtbox

But need my apples peeled

Once smashed liqueurs drank the contents like a shot

Once drank most of a bottle of Jäger from an ash tray

But hesitate trying shrimp, because it has a face

And shape I find repulsively unappealing

Like a wriggling worm.

Choosy eater, won’t try most cheeses

Booty eater, I’ll clean out them cheeks

Any streaks I gone ‘em, call my tongue Windolene

Confessions Van Morrison astral dreamer, happy window cleaning

Hoarding more than fair share of rarest Hippocrene

Muse fair poured me

Chalice streaming over, having to design new heights for dreams

Each extreme pushes extreme further

Each excreted poem takes more my steam

Mean to myself to keep me keen

Fleeing all save that which demeans me.

Alchemisland