The soup I drank

[osho]

This was the soup somebody has already tasted
I tasted it a second time
The taste has not faded
I got intoxicated for that was what I wanted from the soup.
She was the soup and she the intoxication
When the soup touched me lips
The soup got absorbed me and I in the soup
What was left was all I crazed for,
For someday generously did not empty the bowel
The soup is for drinking
No matter how many drank from her cup
The cup thawed in a while when the soup started working on me
The cup, the soup and the lips submerged
The soup drank me

[cafolini]

Now is your time to come out of the stomach the soup. Loved this poem. It drinks every child, but most keep denying it and rationalizing justification. This poem has a lot of humor.