The Good Big Meal Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Another day, another dollop
What's ingested doesn't always agree with eater's digest,
One of those things that runs one ragged in its rundown
Shaking it off,
Remaining neutral and fair in analysis of the surrounding world,
Settling the stomach and organizing interests in accordance to their relevance,
That in itself feels like the good big meal
Full of energy, knowledge, and warmth,
Feeling just right like the bed that did just that in children's storybook,
Maybe this day isn't so bad when the covers are removed and the possibly of life nourishment can be seen and absorbed