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Human Bacon

I go out seeking the sun's rays

Cool
White
Plump
Moist

I lay there torturing myself

Hot
Sizzling
Salty
Turning

I return inside

Dry
Brown
Wrinkled
Done?????????

©Donna Jones

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Andrea Dietrich

December 31, 2015 at 12:10 PM

oh and I see it was a featured poem a long time ago. BIG congrats for that.

Andrea Dietrich

December 31, 2015 at 12:09 PM

hahaha. how did I ever miss THIS one? Wish I could be bacon right now!!!

Poet Destroyer A

April 5, 2015 at 4:08 PM

HI DONNA, Dropped by to say hi and congratulate you on having your poem selected by Soup's Administration. This is a wonderful poem to have featured on the homepage. Have yourself a Happy Easter ~Always & Forever~ LINDA

Michael Dom

March 26, 2013 at 3:36 AM

In a word - excellent!

Donna Jones

March 26, 2013 at 7:23 AM

Thanks....I now have better sense....

Juanita Thorn

February 13, 2013 at 4:35 AM

This describes me when I was 13-14-15 or so. Always out for the tan...no longer though, after losing my Nan to Melanoma 5 years ago. Not something anyone should go through.

Donna Jones

February 13, 2013 at 9:51 AM

Yes I agree...I learned my lesson the day this was inspired