Life is just a shish kabob,
Little this, little that.
Skewered, seasoned,
marinated,
Grilled and eaten on the fly.
Finger food to tempt the
tastes of
Every epicuric yen.
Flame-fired fuel on a stick
To please the palate and the
eye.
Savoring the flavoring as
Drippings splatter on the
coals.
When it’s offered up to you,
You take it without asking
why.
Tiny tidbits.
Eat this… skip that.
Pass those on to someone
else.
Compliment your gracious host
Before it’s time to say
goodbye.
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