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With a 7-Eleven Big Cup eulogy slurp
And a McDonalds Big Mac pall bearer burp,
it’s Big Boy Slim Jim holiday mourning time
Take a family reunion picnic funeral ride
	to a cemetery last supper barbeque burial ...
shovel down the gullet styrofoam servings 
of coffin words charcoal dirtside purged
	Famous food jingles playing over the radio
was the final ear candy corpse dish heard
Box of chocolates and cake frosting flowers
bring back such fond broken diet memories
	And guilty pleasures
		of Weight Watchers infidelities
Illicit affairs of late-night microwave heated morsels
brought forth categorically caloric denials ... 
		refrigerated temptations 
	tiptoe sneaking down the pie-hole
Oh, the double-layered life you led,
the gravedigger cravings you had
You always pillow stashed 
an eclair energy bar 
under the silk sheets kissy lipstick red,
to stimulate your gastro-erotic appetite after midnight
Carnal tastings of naked delight ... good belly vibrations — 
	sugar rush, 
	melted butter
Buckets of caramel popcorn love ...
Lip-smacking custard creampies, 
your tongue couldn’t get enough
Popsicle toes,
finger licking
Mouth watering pickles,
spicy honey breasts of chicken
Succulent crab legs,
steamed oyster juices exotic
Lobster chowder brie ... pure aroma ecstasy
You took a Cajun deep creole swallow,
		spooning the bottom of the gumbo pot
Relaxing those alligator jaws for the belching last time,
		loosening your belt past the final notch
Satisfied donut eyes orange glaze hollow,
cinnamon bun thoughts be on your English muffin mind:
Restaurant quality neo-mortician style buffet, 
wine cellar casket smorgasbord
Undertaker carry-out at the Last Breath café,
with a menu selection to die for  
Oh, the extra toppings life you led,
such gravedigger cravings you had
Time to put your Pizza Hut pepperoni desires to bed,
		and brain-freeze 
that last heaping spoonful of Big Frosty in your head
Then close them Cheesecake Factory eyes,
	when those antacid, 
		digestive   ... 
				            gluttonous lights go dead
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