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Gravedigger Cravings

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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Date: 1/24/2018 8:18:00 PM
Super Size "IT". Lol. Yes, our food addictions and habits are truly disgusting. I'm still waiting for someone to make people chow, a wholesome, one hundred percent of our daily vitamins, minerals, calcium, and hydration. Alas...maybe they have. I'll just have another Ensure. Great write, Freddie. Kind of made me want to upchuck.
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Date: 1/24/2018 12:36:00 PM
Perfect title Freddie. And a perfectly true poem that applies to society this day and age.
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Date: 1/23/2018 6:49:00 AM
This is very creative and metaphorically rich, Freddie! It's entertaining and a delight to read...in fact I took a second helping and read it again! Regards // paul
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Date: 1/22/2018 2:06:00 PM
So true, if someone keeps eating that rubbish then death will come soon and yeah these are grave digger cravings...
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