A poetic rendering of the most unhealthy of all meals-lunchtime! Fast food is given dishonorable mention here! Text:
Lunchtime-where the flame is
fanned and the fire is fed,
the stomach's hole dwarfed
by the cavernous heart
as the collection of tar,
the accumulation of sludge-
the coy, suave nicotine fairy
in repulsive finery;
with stolen puffs replete
with greasy belches,
swirling around and around and
around as the unforgiving clock
annihilates the vanishing moment
to the last great fontier
of final accounting at
a hurried pace, the frenetic rush-
in a half hour's time;
even if so far removed as
the following day of
the selfsame hour
as the roaring stomachs
of those addicted to grease
and salt and artificial
No. 1, 2, 3, 4 coloring
to the nth power washing down
special sanguine sauces on seeded
devouring buns which are consumer
and NOT consumed, the beefed up
patties which are the garbage cans
with hairy lids whose
smoke billows from the vacuum-
the abyss forever disappearing
as fast approaches...
fast approaches
the following day
of the selfsame hour;
Yes, on the signal,
yes, that very signal;
OH that fatal, final signal
heralding the deadly,
certain reprise of LUNCHTIME
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