Not a sin.

Not a sin.

This week’s poem is by Nick Bantock. I chose it because it is both delightful and wicked. This week, my creative soul twin and I made some changes to the show we’re working on. It’s now going to be Mr. Rogers meets Quentin Tarantino meets Wes Anderson meets South Park meets Sesame Street. It’s funny and dark, just like this poem.

How does humour bring light to the darker parts of your life?

Carnivorous

Nick Bantock

Eating beasts is not a sin.
Open wide and pop 'em in.
Baked or boiled or even roasted.
Why not try them lightly toasted?

Eating beasts is such a treat;
Gnawing legs and nibbling feet.
Don't fret about its mortal soul,
Just open wide and pop 'em whole.

Eating beasts is not a sin.
Just open wide and pop 'em in.
But be prepared for the other view,
And don't complain when they eat you.

The chaos of now.

The chaos of now.

Tiny explosions.

Tiny explosions.