Abstractedly you chew <br />your cheese sandwich <br /> <br />& chew your hair <br />that the wind has blown <br /> <br />into the next bite <br />pulling you up with an 'Ouch! ' <br /> <br />Hoisted by your own petard <br />as Shakespeare would have put it. <br /> <br />The wind sniggers. <br /> <br />Oh! <br />The dangers of <br />...self-mastication!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-abuse-3/
