Overcooked

searching for something to fill me.

Like a random Wikipedia article
Stumbled across while looking
For the perfect guacamole recipe;
Something not too spicy nor bland
I find the greenest of grasses
Are really on the other side
Of the fence, or over the septic tank
And I always wonder why
I resort to crudity,
And copying overdone lines,
Like a half baked hyperbole
Or potato actually
And I end up with poetry
Instead of something
To feed the hunger in me.