Bliss!

Was out on labor day for a medical appointment and had a chance to wander around an underground mall by myself, for couple of hours. The key thing here is 'by myself' -- I haven't managed to do this for quite a while. At least not since the arrival of our daughter, which was 2 years ago!

Anyway having lunch at the mall, relishing the what was to be a short-lived experience of my single days, I was inspired to write a small poem, based on my observations around the mall during that hour. I call it as a poem, not knowing what qualifies as one. You be the judge.

It started with the first four lines, but slowly took the following form on the ride back home. Context is my decision to go for a KFC burger as lunch, giving in to the momentary temptation, that could be safely pursued in the absence of my better half.

[A fleeting bliss]
[Derived from junk]
[Makes me wanna hiss]
[For what's inside is gunk.]
[
]
[Hues of purple and pink]
[Intent is not to diss]
[But can't stomach the kink]
[
]
[Seemed to last longer than my junk.]
[
]
[Heaving his chest, looks like a trunk]
[With wife and kids]
[In Taiwan for funk]
[
]
[Would have to search through junk.]
[
]
[A train full of my ilk]
[With phones pasted to their eyes]
[Deep in their world sunk]
[
]
[Having failed to notice THIS hunk.]
[
]
[Confined to the junk]
[At least I had my bliss]
[Though only for a blink.]