rhubarb/ (ˈruːbɑːb) /
noun
US and Canadian slang a heated discussion or quarrel
the endless rhubarb with life -
we add salt & vinegar
to our wounds,
no bandages, no sugar
battering ourselves under the guise
of
“what doesn’t kill us
makes us stronger”
baking it into our minds
and caramelizing thoughts
As if we were some sort
Of baked good
That could easily be constructed
From a recipe -
But we’re more than a couple
Of lines
And a few of dashes of vanilla.
I’ve never had a rhubarb pie
But i’ve had plenty of rhubarbs
I’ve been told
On several occasions
That the world is not against me
And that it’s as kind
As i let it be
But i’ve always been a fighter -
I’m the butter that refuses
To soften to bake your pie;
I’m the brand new knife
That’ll slice your finger right off
If you put too much pressure down;
I’ll elbow you in the mouth
If you try to fight me;
I’m not
Sugarandspiceandeverythingnice -
I’m a saltshaker .
