Metaphor
Paradise
Paradise they call it
Its an island in the ocean
Smaller than a coin
I sit upon a lonely rock
And then prepare to dine
The most lucious, lavish foods
That are as pleasing to the smell as a Southern Bell
As I look around as far as I can see
The landscape looks like a forbidden fruit
The sky is a starry mass
On the table is a great living bass
And as I look around
The scene begins to fade
Into a vast haze
Then the sandpaper desert arrives
And I see a coin sized oasis
-Nicholas Barnard