by Shae   May 14, 2020

I'm not a pile of fluffy pancakes
Don't pour your maple on me
You stab me with a knife
With your sharp lion teeth devour me
Chew me up
Cut and swallow
I guess that's okay for you

You'll whip up another batter
one sweeter
Better than me
And make yourself another pile

But I'm not digestible
I'm like water
I will pass right through you.


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