ODIUS TO THE SODIUM
In a cafe
Outside of Alamagordo
New Mexico
In a women's bathroom stall
On a wall
Facing Eastward,
I think.
Was an epithet
So Foul
So full of power
That I had to wonder
What vile desparada,
Spurs spinning,
Stetson flapping,
Blood rising,
Caused this stuff
To be scrawled:
"Fuck Your Salt!"
What rude waiter was
Thoughtless and unhelpful?
What man despised her?
What woman betrayed her?
That she had to inscribe
Such hateful words?
"Fuck Your Salt!"
In a cafe
Outside of Alamagordo
New Mexico
In a Women's bathroom stall
In the land of nature's walls
Major, Red and city like
Bordered southward
By land of the Azteca
I think
I found that epithet
So simple
In it's invocation
Against disagreeable deeds,
That I had to ponder
What sad occasion,
What emotional jail cell,
What kind of ill,
Could produce
A woman
Who could scribe
"Fuck Your Salt!"???
Salt!
Perfectly cubed
Perfectly squared
Unto reduction
Into it's basic
last crystal
Salt!
The stuff of trade
The stuff of cattle
The stuff of battle
The stuff of joyful approbation
The stuff of death of aspiration
Lickable
Sprinklable
Flavorful
Colorful
Friable
Meltable
and varied in ways to
Spark the mind!
Salt!
C6H5Na3O7
Only names Salt's Ugly Brother
NaCl is the proper designation!!!
What a profoundly rich
Pair of Human names
Assigned to God's creation
And for such a substance so fine
There should never be any other
"Fuck Your Salt!"
In a cafe
Outside of Alamagordo
New Mexico
Why did a woman
Of sad repute
And disagreeable Nature
Scribe
Upon that pristine wall
Inside of that
commodious stall
That vile epithet
Those desperate words so
Odius to the sodium?
I empathise the sentiment
But I don't approve at all
Was it the naked Margarita?
A pile of bland steak fries?
A banishment of affection
For a wild and crazy guy?
Too little money did she hold?
Was there too much of
Heartbreak and
Tear stained failure
In her hopeless search
For Curly's Gold?
I empathise the sentiment
But I don't approve at all
That vile desparada
Writing that upon a wall
Where solitary relief
Of natures' basic operation
Should happen in peace
And quietude
In women's bathroom stalls
In cafes across the nation
"Fuck Your Salt!"
I empathise the sentiment
But I don't approve at all
And I am haunted deeply.
And to this day...
I have never understood
The meaning of it all
In a cafe
Outside of Alamagordo
New Mexico
In a women's bathroom stall
On a wall
Facing Eastward,
I think.
Was an epithet
So Foul
So full of power
That I had to wonder
What vile desparada,
Spurs spinning,
Stetson flapping,
Blood rising,
Caused this stuff
To be scrawled:
"Fuck Your Salt!"
What rude waiter was
Thoughtless and unhelpful?
What man despised her?
What woman betrayed her?
That she had to inscribe
Such hateful words?
"Fuck Your Salt!"
In a cafe
Outside of Alamagordo
New Mexico
In a Women's bathroom stall
In the land of nature's walls
Major, Red and city like
Bordered southward
By land of the Azteca
I think
I found that epithet
So simple
In it's invocation
Against disagreeable deeds,
That I had to ponder
What sad occasion,
What emotional jail cell,
What kind of ill,
Could produce
A woman
Who could scribe
"Fuck Your Salt!"???
Salt!
Perfectly cubed
Perfectly squared
Unto reduction
Into it's basic
last crystal
Salt!
The stuff of trade
The stuff of cattle
The stuff of battle
The stuff of joyful approbation
The stuff of death of aspiration
Lickable
Sprinklable
Flavorful
Colorful
Friable
Meltable
and varied in ways to
Spark the mind!
Salt!
C6H5Na3O7
Only names Salt's Ugly Brother
NaCl is the proper designation!!!
What a profoundly rich
Pair of Human names
Assigned to God's creation
And for such a substance so fine
There should never be any other
"Fuck Your Salt!"
In a cafe
Outside of Alamagordo
New Mexico
Why did a woman
Of sad repute
And disagreeable Nature
Scribe
Upon that pristine wall
Inside of that
commodious stall
That vile epithet
Those desperate words so
Odius to the sodium?
I empathise the sentiment
But I don't approve at all
Was it the naked Margarita?
A pile of bland steak fries?
A banishment of affection
For a wild and crazy guy?
Too little money did she hold?
Was there too much of
Heartbreak and
Tear stained failure
In her hopeless search
For Curly's Gold?
I empathise the sentiment
But I don't approve at all
That vile desparada
Writing that upon a wall
Where solitary relief
Of natures' basic operation
Should happen in peace
And quietude
In women's bathroom stalls
In cafes across the nation
"Fuck Your Salt!"
I empathise the sentiment
But I don't approve at all
And I am haunted deeply.
And to this day...
I have never understood
The meaning of it all
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