Toilet Time

Could be a minute
Or could be half an hour
Don’t freaking judge me

Jalepeño

Famous for your heat
Maybe just for once you would
Like to be called cute

Round, red, fist-sized fruit
Or some say vegetable
Maybe fruitable?

Buttered and salted
Steaming pan of soft soldiers
Stand and deliver!

Green and blue, mother
Mountains and valleys, mother
Dirt and sky, mother

Above all of us
In your ivory tower
Who stands above you?

It would appear that
Each one of us are rich in
Our own common sense

Exploded timbers
Scattered on gardens, playgrounds
Splinters, fat and thin

Fizzles and bubbles
Sugary and spicy-sweet
Lip-smack refreshing

The golden-firm crust
Sweet-tangy marinara
Thick, stringy-hot cheese