Mark it as edible
No scent, salivation
Imagine the taste,
Might be something like bacon
The spell of suggestion
On a page with no smell
’til you take the first bite
There’s just no way to tell
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Mark it as edible
No scent, salivation
Imagine the taste,
Might be something like bacon
The spell of suggestion
On a page with no smell
’til you take the first bite
There’s just no way to tell