spinach blues

you don't like
small boats.
how they list
and wobble.
sway in the current
get tossed about
by the slightest
of winds or
wave. you turn
green as you
hang on to the side
of the bow, the aft,
the stern, who
knows. Ahab
you're not. in
fact you're not
even popeye. which
brings you around
to spinach.
please. stop
with the spinach.
there's not enough
butter, salt
and pepper, or
garlic powder
to make you want
more.