The earth is a white glove of cotton candy

and I'm stuffed. Sugar-filled spiderwebs

for brains; filaments falling through the nose

follow the string Hansel but don't eat your sister

Vegetarians taste better. And as The Smiths

say "Meat is Murder" but the coffee is sweet

and it's a tempting offer. If I said what

I think--how crazy am I? And does

it Ever Really matter?