Abstractedly you chew
your cheese sandwich
& chew your hair
that the wind has blown
into the next bite
pulling you up with an 'Ouch! '
Hoisted by your own petard
as Shakespeare would have put it.
The wind sniggers.
Oh!
The dangers of
...self-mastication!
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-abuse-3/
