Poem: PAP (OGI)


No more shall moms morn

the demise of pap

from the stringent menu

of their new babies.

I hear a pap seller now sells

to new women  who live

in gated apartments

and moms of rank and class,

She does not hawk on streets

or wrap in cheap nylons,ogi

she sells her ogi

in neatly branded carrier bags

to women rich and classy

who patronize her like ants does sugar.

Funny how ordinary pap has turned

the fancy paste of the new.