A Very Short Poem

Inspiration, inspiration, what shall we say?
We search and we read and we waste our day.
We allow other people to seal our fate,
When honestly, that person probably made the mistake,
Of trying to do what no man can do,
Giving advice like he lives in your shoes.
So look no further than the depths of your heart,
And listen to the thoughts that you’ve had from the start.
For you are your own body, own soul, and own mind,
So inspire, inspire yourself all the time.

Michael Burrow

Life; A Contraption

Life is a beautiful contraption,
A marvelous attraction,
The flow of the wind and the song of the trees,
The stars in the sky and the buzz of the bees,
The children laughing and the teenagers rebelling,
The adults stressing out and the old people selling
Their dreams and their stories of back in the day,
Taking for granted the friends they have made.

See life is a contraption, this is true you see,
For the gears and the bolts are of a complex degree,
However, there is one simple adaption,
The major interlocking of this complex contraption.
Besides the iron and the robotic structures,
The heart holds us up and strengthens and nurtures.
For we are all people, all complex and free,
Our heart branches through us like coral in the sea,
So live life and love and watch it spread,
Entangling the earth and filling your head.
For life is complex, but simple you see,
It pours out of our hearts into you and me.

Pat-a-Cake…Pat-a-Cake

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake…Baker’s man.
Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
Burn it, and drop it, and throw it at a tree,
And that should be sufficient for little old me.

Not what you expected? Well, I can’t lie. A few days ago I tried baking cookies for the very first time. Actually, that was the first time I had ever baked anything.

I entered the grocery store, fueled by the excitement of baking chocolate chip cookies. For me, this is a rite of passage, a major milestone in my life. I am 20 years old, finally using my oven. (Some of you may think this is sad, but I am quite inept in the field of bakeries, which is why I stay away). I stroll up and down the aisle, pushing a cart and observing the packages of cookie mix as if I am some sort of professional. “Aha!” I yelped as I found the perfect pack, “One egg, a stick of butter, and this mix is all I need…..how easy.” If only I knew then how difficult it would actually be.

Oh, the horror. I will never bake cookies again. I much prefer store-bought. My next project is cake.
Actually, I lied.
I am cake’s next project.

Peanut butter and bacon

They came up with a plan,
A brave idea at least.
A mix of odd flavors,
So that we all could feast.

They mixed and mashed and mingled,
Until it was complete.
Oh, how they were excited,
To have accomplished such a feat.

‘Twas something I won’t forget,
So foul it had me shakin’.
Sonic’s new ice cream flavor:
Peanut butter and bacon.

This poem was inspired by my most recent trip to Sonic, a milkshake/ice cream/food place for those of you who are not familiar. I arrived a few hours ago, in search of a milkshake that would satisfy me and my need for sugary goodness. Little did I know, they have added 20 something new flavors that were HALF OFF tonight. I LEAPED with joy as soon as I spotted the sign (receiving slightly odd looks). I’m used to that. However, I scrolled through the flavors, drooling out of the corner of my mouth with an evil glare, fidgeting. I could feel my taste buds tingling, oh how excited they were to be soon covered in creamy milkshake.

I noticed something that seemed to be a little out of place. As I was reading through the flavors, ‘peanut butter and fudge, peanut butter and banana, peanut butter and bacon…’ WHAT?! PEANUT BUTTER AND BACON?! I have to try this! Yes, good idea, be adventurous, try all of the things! I pressed the button, placed my order, and sat quietly, dreaming of my milkshake. As soon as it arrived, I ripped open the straw cover and slurped and slurped and slurped, very quickly realizing that I had made a horrid mistake. It was repulsive. First, a heavenly taste of peanut butter, then a warm chunk of bacon, crunching as it goes through the straw and sticking to every part of my tooth. How embarrassed I was, how ashamed to be seen ordering and drinking such an abomination to man-kind. I will never, ever again look back at this moment. I will soon block it out completely, to always forget the day I tasted…..peanut butter and bacon.