The mind is philandering; <br />stopping by shops of trinkets <br />and mumble to itself, 'Soon' <br />when he shoots the jackpot. <br /> <br />And he's grateful to mind <br />for it's available and free; <br />pampering his big appetite <br />with meaty imaginations.<br /><br />Melanie Agua<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mind-is-philandering/
