Drunken Poetry - Bowl of Beans


	Bowl of Beans Bowl of Beans * In a world without beans Refried. Buttered Green No more beans Jelly, Lima, Baked Simply no more beans to make Rice sits lonely in a bowl No beans to mix – no cornbread to hold How? Why? Where Did all the beans go? “We feel abused. We are confused You’ve named us so many names We cannot explain Why a bean cannot be a bean? Doesn’t matter if we’re brown or green A bean is a bean it seems!” Indeed this bean is true. But in its haste This bean forgot. What makes it special Is taste We reply with joy and surprise, “What makes you special is how different you are No one bean is the same – many differences by far But in our hearts – it seems When looked closely – mostly You are all no more than beans!” And this bean opened our eyes…. “So are you black, white, brown or green? You are all human it seems– And all we want to be is beans!” So it seems… Our differences are what make us complete Some are bland. Some are sweet When the beans returned Our lesson was learned We had our bowl of rice Poured over with beans Some jelly. Some lima. Some green. Nothing more it seems Than a bowl of rice Mixed with some beans * http://thoughtofought.blogspot.com Author's notes and comments JasonFontaine