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I think the word “insipid” came up when John and I were last at The Mohegan Sun; and then…

Insipid by Jemar Souza

You were once
The best thing

That a tongue could ask for.

My,
How you have changed.

Once palpable to my pallet.

But now
my senses,

Are estranged.

—–
 
Previously: On A Bus From Neon Valley Street