Fruitcake Doorstops
if you have lived to see either
side of 30, you have been
offered a fruitcake---
it might have been round these
“holiday” times, when people
celebrate their fictional characters
that got the horrible religions
rolling, or the
fictional meal that didn’t seem to
stop the genocide of this empire’s
native people---
perhaps,
you might’ve gotten
lucky & had one
shoved in your face
at another time of the year,
no doubt, when this gift
that will no doubt be
around for the cockroaches &
rats to feast on when us
humans finally off ourselves in
a nuclear smorgasbord
(that so many are counting on,
hoping & “praying” for),
was rewrapped from said
“holiday” & passed on to you
so that you could do the same
to someone even more
unfortunate.
said to be spawned in ancient
Rome, the common recipe for
this dessert that seems to disgust
so many & yet get reproduced
every single year, without fail,
contains nuts & candied fruit at
its base, extending its contents
from this to a wide range of
everything from honey, spices &
even booze---but it all begs the
question,
“is there a place for fruit cake?”
even people who say they like it,
are never really found eating it &
even those who are found eating it,
never really finish a whole piece---
so,
why not find a use for this
cake?
why not use it for a doorstop?
we always need more of them?
why not use them on the battlefield instead
of expensive sandbags?
why not build garages with them in
the most arid parts of the empire?
could use them for roadblocks,
****,
the possibilities are endless---
think about it.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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