salad....(ps did not compose)

[my_cloud]

Salad fingers
it's us, in all our imperfection
we're salad
We seek
pleasure, peace of mind
whatever, the rusty spoon

It blinds us, it's almost
no IT IS extatic

We all want the perfect spoon
but in the end
we end up with a coffee can

Ps. i did not compose this.....