Don't Touch My Treasure

Don't Touch My Treasure

My spaghet, so precious and delicious,

The flavor that ignites me with hope and optimism

Just by thinking about it filled me with enlightenment

Would I reach Nirvana?

The spaghet that could abolish all malevolence from the world

Was placed before me, almost daunting

Power dripped from my fork, fear augmented within me

The initial hope and content I had felt slowly dwindled

Someone had touched my spaghet

Everything was meaningless now


This poem is about: 
Our world




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