I eat what’s put in front of me,
as all great men do. Should you eat shark? I know
some wouldn’t, but I do, if it’s there.
Scorpions too, and their stingers; swallowing a scorpion
won’t poison you. Old-time glue-makers
made glue of old horses, and I
make use when I can.
Someone put his wife in front of me; someone else,
his mediocrity. What I know, I swear by—
feed yourself, or die.
Copyright © 2012 James Arthur
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