I did not
want
nor ask to be
a
pretzel
Quite
the
contrary
Donut
was
my
goal
Sweet
well shaped
comforting
Had no desire
to
be
tangled
Just
wanted
to
be
tender
non threatening
and
beguiling
Someone
insisted
it
could
be
worse
“You could be arsenic!”
he
shouted
It did
make
me
think
a
bit
But
I
hate
being
twisted
I
despise
pretzel
logic
And
when
I
go
stale
when I am betrayed
it
is
such a weight
to
bear
Arsenic
has
a
purpose
A
pretzel
is
not
a well rounded
person
thing
or place
Pretz-
hell
A long came a noodle
looking
for
a bowl
of pasta
Whistled
on
his way
Never
once
have
I whistled
nor
could
I
This
forlorn
twisted
fate!
A pretzel
A god damn pretzel!
Almost everything else
in the entire world
sighs in relief
“Thank you
pretzel”
they all giggle,
“we
all
feel
so much
better
about
ourselves!”
Alas
I now realize
a pretzel
is just
like
Jesus