Something Slurpy and Salty

We built a castle from marshmallow rock,
the rarest of edible materials.
I’m tempted to eat it, but then
our investment would be swirling
around in my stomach.

Just tie my hands behind my back,
I can feel hunger pangs coming on.

You can feed me some soup,
something slurpy and salty
that’ll tide me over–

until the brigade comes
marching up the block.
Brigade comes marching up the block.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger