Allegorical Condiment

Leftover condiment after an unhealthy meal. A regrettable waste that no one regrets. It's of no use to anyone, and there are billions of little single-use condiment sachets in the world anyway. Your existence. Yeah you hope that you'll be used and you'll end up in the intestines of some new-age ape who didn't pay you the least bit of attention. That's how sad you really are. And they don't use you.Could it be worse? Heck, you can't even complain without sounding like a little kid with black mascara and a fringe.

And then there are the flies. The flies like you. They sit down and have a chat and feast upon you merrily till someone scares them away (unintentionally). You're glad that the flies are gone. Uninvited guests. Not dissimilar to yourself actually. Now you get chucked into a bin, there's an ape feeling like he fulfilled his civil duty, and the flies are back. Joy.

But hey, you exist. Matter and form. You spread yourself out nicely on a plate and have your day in the sun. You had faith, you knew you'd be used. Nah, you weren't. Ah well. Beats never making it out of the sachet, you say ?

The Horse You Rode in On

Of extinguished fires
not much can be said
of a search in vain
no record exists

a past affair
no one remembers
of the mediocre
there is no mention

uninspired poetry
is not read by many
and a lazy tune
is not danced to

men with no ambitions
are not great men
those inhibited by themselves
are boring friends

faith unrewarded
is a faith questioned
a hope disappointed
is soon forgotten

an experiment failed
is too adventurous
a paper torn
is useless

But to the scum of history
The nameless vermin
All this discarded waste
must matter somehow

With the absence of context
and the benefit of hindsight
it is judgements
that should be ignored