We are the Salt of dota

It lies in our hands in crystals
too intricate to decipher

It goes into the skillet
without being given a second thought

It spills on the floor so fine
we step all over it

We carry a pinch behind each eyeball
and it hurts so we get pissed off

It breaks out on our foreheads

We store it inside our bodies
in secret buttholes on our backside

At supper, we try to shit it out but fail badly
hopeing that one day the salt will go away

~Salty