The whole purpose of baking a cake, I would think,
Is to have it, then eat it. This makes sense to me.
It’s absurd then to say I can’t have what I’ve made.
And, what’s worse, I can’t eat it? Let’s drop the charade!
One can have cake in mind and in stomach, you see.
Labored having and eating may cause one to drink.
When I preheat my oven, then mix up a batch
Of my best-bellied batter to tittle the tum,
I can have that and eat it, then whip up some more.
If I run out of stuff, I’ll just run to the store.
There’s no theme philosophic I need overcome
So the cake that I have now can go down the hatch.
Take the X off that OR gate. I can have it all.
What is made, then consumed is but one perfect match
Made on earth and in heaven by how I perceive.
I appreciate that speech has naught up its sleeve
That the mind milled for meaning can’t easily catch.
I’ll have cake AND I’ll eat it, and not take a fall.