It is made with sourdough bread,
two thick cut slices.
Sprinkle salted expectations
and flick a few oiled opinions.
Spread over mayo confusion on one slice,
then yellow musters on the other one.
Put on two, only two, sliced tone regret
followed by some slabs of shame.
If you are feeling fancy,
then pluck a fresh leaf of current event babble
and a slice of ripened social media trend.
Hold this apathy sandwich together with a sliver of concern
then top it with an astrological sign olive.
Look at your masterpiece for a moment,
then throw it away
when you realize you don’t care for sandwiches.
Poetic Trials 