Over the Edge into Lunacy

A pot full of nails,
from the foot of a Newt,
brings new meaning to nourishment,
if you care and give a hoot.

The sound of an Owl,
as it calls out, "Who",
is another ingredient,
to make an abstract stew.

Think not of the living,
for they're in a loop,
for the cackle is an ingredient,
for a bizarre tasting soup.

Eye of a Newt,
Spam in a can,
will you eat again,
if that's who I am.

If you think all food,
comes in a glass jar,
then perhaps, you don't know,
where you are.