For The Love Of

Not a word I say As long as the salt is okay. It really makes little sense Depend on salt my goodness and patience. The sooner it goes wrong Sparks fly from my evil tongue. As if a little less salt is good cause To bare myself in fangs and claws. In fuming anger and blind of sight Forget the times when it was alright Once in ten when salt goes less Monster takes the human’s place. I console myself it’s an ingrained fault In man to flare up for less grain of salt. The beast in us can no longer hide When deficient of sodium chloride. In these what I read makes me darkly brood For the love of salt I couldn’t ever be good!