Sodium by Chris Sorrenti
one day
I won’t show up for work
sans call in sick
family - 9-1-1 contacted
and upon the fire department
breaking down my door
no rigor mortis - pile of bones
on the floor
only a mound of white powder
the product of decades
of peanuts and potato chips
beer - MSG dedication
any moisture I once contained
smiling from the ceiling
sans suicide note
just an SOS...
“on your way out, please be kind
and refill the salt shaker!”
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11/04/2017 Posted on 11/04/2017 Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/06/17 at 01:10 AM Excellent humor aside from the serious salt sucking salivating going on here. Thanks, Chris. |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/07/17 at 01:38 PM In a world at present, dispirited and gloom ridden, it is good to see you in good humor, Chris. Keep up the wonderful writing. |
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