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by Uriel TovarSuch a despicable sight
A world
Wrapped in a bacon strip
For convenience
Heated in the oven
And served at room temperature
You might ask
Does it still have a pulse
Or a faint glimmer
Of life
We’ll even take a thought
Or an original idea
No
It’s just a lump of
Fatty flesh
Sitting in its own
Gravy
Awaiting consumption. 09/12/2013 Posted on 09/13/2013
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 09/14/13 at 05:15 PM Ummmmm, bacon. But seriously, a humorously grim worldview, too close for comfort. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/14/13 at 09:47 PM I like how you dealt with this idea - everything seems wrapped in bacon these days, that fatty succulence. Yes, where is the original idea and do any of us still have a pulse? Thanks for this. I'm going to go can fresh tomatoes from my garden now - how about a fresh BLT! :) |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/15/13 at 07:07 PM love the use of bacon, seemingly simple but as I absorb the whole poem it sinks much deeper. |
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