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Monday, May 2, 2022

Poem- “More Salsa Please”

“More Salsa Please”


A taco is rounding up spice of the chop within.

It’s a familiar quality of love.

Humor is production of delight and embarrassment.

My piece under the soft wrap is golden, intense, and brilliant.

How does the burrito feel with grand combination?

Pineapple is pinecone with fruit inside.

I turn down my nose from green peppers and have tears of joy.

Spanish has a different alphabet run.

It’s a short message for the long beach of romance.

The optional garnish is hot, wild, and crazy.

A chicken slides with degree of flavor upon.

Sweet onions are depressing for my eyes.

The meat has broken down into pieces of critical feeling.

A circus is extracurricular.

My faith is a shadowbox of partial light.

Spectacular liberty brings me obscure.

Public notice gets very, very quiet in the building.

Mexican keepsakes help romantic interest.

The real path of faith is not wearable.

Faith is a hazardous gift of believing.

Health care for emotions is questionable to mindful wonder.

The journalism of positivity keeps little value up.

A bouncing parent starts over his child with discipline in the restaurant.

A take back day is really oppressive to the quick smell of metal.

In most cases, a “new way” is just another way of lying.

Free shipping sucks money out of your wallet.

How do you know what the price is?

A king’s crown size is not “one size fits all” for mind of eating.

Declining threat arrives into the future.

Wonderful bushwalking makes the day.

My dog never writes with paperbark.

Not every change is a shift towards result.

Geopolitics is very important for environmentalism and farming.

It’s a different rain right now.

Evolution for mortals is not timeless; nature of life and death involve time.

Gold becomes a solid entity- every king will be the golden rush.

America has runnels backwards.

Right now the music sounds like a funny clatter of pipes and booms.

Original lyrics help you think.

Most conservatives are not philosophers; most liberals are not philosophers.

They are just opinionators.

Recrossing with philosophy is necessary for good manners.

Soda jerks “steal” water with too many refills.

Sunshine is a hot relief of cancer.

The important rumor is unthinkable philosophy.

A foreign language isn’t actually new.

Beware of controls with excessive instep.

Every soda fountain has a pushing ice function in the middle between drinks.

A long arm stinks with her kiss while reaching for his large cup.

A menu is the first leg of reading.

For complete reading, you must eat the food you order.

Street tacos move under pollution close to the blinding wind.

Controls are usually plastic tidemarks under the flesh, nail, and bone.

“Push Button” and “Speed Limit” are official public verbs.

Clouds are prickling gas above the waking poppies.

“Hollywood” is a city, not slang.

Dialects shouldn’t be automatic originality.

Skinny liberals are hiding from breakfast.

A god doesn’t need mortal help.

Free fall is different depending on planet or other gravitational object.

Without a catch, there’s no control.

Rumbling dust eventually breaks a video game.

Modern art is only about life; ancient art was life.

The star is a burn hole of impossible weight for man.

Earth has impossible weight for me to hold.

Aliens shouldn’t be creative writing ideas that damage our future of peace.

A bad word is the underbrush of exaggeration.

Rumor is a bubbling dart of chances.

When the ketchup is not bright red, it’s probably not fresh.

Reading is not watchful ignorance.

Dwelling on sins is a huge mistake.

Evil can just be a long dream in someone’s mind.

My tongue hurts from important amusement.

A bear rug is obsolete fashion in California because we’re very liberal.

Economics is not illusion of progress.

Sleepless humans do not exist.

Scanning for text is vain reading.

If you don’t know how to use a black pencil, a red pencil is also useless.

Most bestsellers will just be temporary classics and fade into history.

Nightmares are better than false sleep.

The sun was empty of color for many winter days.

Homeless people can get tetchy with starvation and general dirt.

Another child, another blessing, another heartbreak.

Where do questions come from?

Holy might is not the single wind of justice.

Lust can be a disbelief of isolation.

A lonely Mexican girl drinks too much juice and asks about pancakes.

A joint decision for candy is so miserable.

Sometimes, my soda has the bitter cold of energy for negative amusement.

At the close of opening, you find eternal life.

Separation from separation is hypocrisy.

My sentence ends with a new period.

Technically speaking, natural miles are not literally squares.

The right road, under construction, is the wrong way.

Limits can be the cause of glory and change.

Should we neglect our graves for eternal life?

TV should be picturesque.

Italian is not a Roman connection.

Your “comfort zone” is actually the discomfort zone.

Wal-Mart shoppers do not “create” their looks; they borrow looks.

Modern arcade machines are disgorging credit or debit.

Perfection is not “everything” you fools.

Absolute independence is vulgar.

I’ve lost my shoes; bring the feet on.

I don’t see Jesus.

Do you know where Jesus is?

The birthday cake is on fire and a snake is coming out.

Almost every woman on Earth has no royal practice of life.

I have a brain.

But, that’s not why I’m a philosopher.

A strange man like me is not godlike.

“…one nation, under God…”

Fashion magazines should not use common rooms for photography.

Fashion is never a critical problem unless you’re stupid.

The United States does not have ancient liberty.

So, this means, American freedom does not reach the full extent of freedom.

Breaking every rule is self-offensive personality.

The American Constitution was premature for TV viewership.

“TV” was not in the Bill of Rights.

At least Napoleon was such a sweetheart.

Every fool should already have a brain before going to school.

Hope is not just waiting for the birds and hearing morning noise.

Critics are dismissive lovers of regret.

Winter is leaving the station of bitter cold.

Habit is a roundabout belief system.

Space exploration is madness with reasons of Earth.

A meal is habitual.

Early bird shoppers can be night owl shoppers.

Let the real astronaut go spacing.




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