Poetry: Honey Jar

HONEY JARHe still calls me honeythat jar is long emptyfew amber crystals cling to the insideHow long ’till the pet names stop’till a new sweetener is foundPerhaps a Sweet n’ Low will find himMaybe an Equal will catch his eyeHe’ll bless the day High Fructose Corn Syruptap dances into his heart!Honey he may call itbut honey it will never behis appetite forContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Honey Jar”