Is it Made of Food?

One week ago, it
was six months since I kissed
two precious heads.

Hundreds of people
trapped. Music, singing will
not stop. Messiah.

Every day, I
say, “The Lord bless you and keep
you both,” from afar.

Our Pandora plays
Nat, Bing, Perry, Karen, and
singing sausages.

First day of this month,
Christmas decorations. Hey,
why no Thanksgiving?

Small girl sings a song
you cannot forget. Mullet.
She is Billy Ray.

Always using that
word you are. Mean what you think,
it does not, I think.

They try to spice, but
the lid is not tight. Lo, much
salt is on the meat.

Small witch goes inside.
And again. What does she do?
Tomorrow, vomit.