Pondering (or 50 Shades of Mister Donut)

donut filth

What happens when three creative people get very drunk after the Japan Writer’s Conference and decide, in the early hours of a Sunday morning, that the Mister Donuts menu is pure filth?

By the way, I attach photos of poems like this because Substack cannot support that kind of formatting. A tweak for the future, Substack?