My Pepper Grinder is a piece of work.
I twist and I twist and I twist.
My hand grows weary and cramps
For a few sprinkles of black gold.
So I resort to salt.
Salt in large mouth jars
Where I reach my hand in and
Grab ample amounts to
Sprinkle liberally about. Gladly do the
Fleur de sel and flake salt
Rise to the occasion but while
Sel gris may be dark it cannot replace
The slivered goodness of black gold.
While I try to find optimism in
Knowing if I don’t replace my
Wretched pepper grinder
I will have a life-time supply
Of pepper corns, I also fear my
Blood pressure will suffer from
Frustration, over-exertion and