23...blocked

i found myself thinking, 'what am i going to post about' yesterday, and the same thought is still in my mind today, but i need to write something or else i will keep putting it off again and again, which i tend to do with a lot of things in my life. 

So here's a poem to pass the time and fill the space:

Why

“The fishes head should be on the left side.”

“Why?”

“Well, that’s the way it’s always been done.”

A fellow citizen on this plate,

It should be respected and gratified.

The left is beautiful too.