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got a bad appetite, unable to digest a “NO”
why should i order one, the answer; when I know.
but guess it finds it way; right to my dinner plate
then ventures up my mouth; itching my palate.

what are they made up of,NOs for an answer i get
do questions fertilize them, more nays, nays beget.
they seem an echo then, of a shriek buried in grave
where were the ayes then, what were the answers you gave?
or was it silence then; not meaning the proverbial consent
my lack of action; is that what you resent?

strong medicine perhaps, but have my taste buds around
i would just close my eyes and take in, just gulp down.
why was i expecting,one inert placebo?
one sugarcoated “yes”..instead of the bitter “NO”.