The conscious senses trouble,

The unconscious quietly hungers.

Got half a dozen, 

With each at three quarters.

Seeing double, 

He liked how it tasted bitter.

“Experienced all sweet, salty and sour,”

He said, “Bitter I’d rather.”

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