Acetic

Like onions in a bottle
Fat and white we float
Hemmed about by vinegar
Pickled lest we vote
The silverbacks ignored us
Until we made a joke
Misunderstood the acid
Resent the fun we poked
Insulted by our rigour
They stun us with their smoke
Acetic, icy, broke

Jane Jago

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