Goop that won’t ever
throw you for a loop
sauce that never need
show who’s boss
Thick, thin
the shapes you been
you might have some people fooled
like the one tune
Harpo as a boy played
fast then slow
on the piano to go
with the picture show
No one ever asks for you
by name
but they get you
just the same
Corn starch and soy sauce’s plain
daughter, you are the common
denominator flavor
the girl you let go
because you thought you could
do one better
whose cool hand
on your forehead or dick
is the one you dream of
when you’re miserable sick
