Turning the Tables
Lobster meat is sweet, I believe
I tasted it once, a long time ago
but I really don’t know
if the clacking, snapping, pincer-sharp
bite of the lobster-look-alike girl’s mind
belies anything even remotely kind
As I sit watching her eat that lobster meat
sucking her fingers with self-satisfied glee
pouting and spouting out the debris
of her clacking, snapping pincer-sharp mind
and smile inwardly at the resemblance I see
a wonderful, horrible thought comes to me
Wouldn’t it be great if a giant lobster loomed
and ate her up after popping her into
a boiling pot, while she was still alive?
This is the sea-bed of salvation
upon which I feed and thrive
turning the tables through poetry
on the clacking, snapping
pincer-sharp lobster-look-alike girl’s mind
and her kind
(c) Maggie Baker 2014 & Glad the Poet 2020
Poetry Rule No. 45 Don’t underestimate the therapeutic quality of vices – or verses
Glad About 
Brilliant! Me too, only had lobster once and that was squat lobster, not the real deal.
Hope you’re feeling better
Love
Sue x
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Thanks Sue. Yes – starting to; slow process! Hope all is well with you. I’ll restart Qiqong soon – just needed a time when I was timeless! Lots of love. X
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