...Dedicated to the memory of my great Uncle Fred,
Spanish American Veteran & worked a "night job" during
the depression, while supporting wonderfully my Mom's
family on the south side of Chicago, when she was young,
Grandpa had lost everything, but Uncle Fred saved our family
I have never been to another planet,
Tho when I walk the early morning streets
Of the meat packing district, my feet have
Left this earth. Floating unease courses
Through my body... lights, sights, sounds
And smells never before registered in my
Physical and emotional inventory confront
Me. My ancestors travelled these same paths
Many years ago, usually with shoulder holsters
And homemade body armor. My senses
Understand this heritage, I traverse
Cautiously as if walking downhill on a
Pilgrimage. Tonight I shall visit Mars, in the
Shadow of Venus, cradled in the arms of the
Crescent Moon.
Calamari
Have you heard the latest about calamari
If you haven’t yet eaten, stop now or be sorry
Rumors abound – maybe cheek in tongue
Of a gross switcheroo of squid and pig bung
A friend’s cousin’s friend’s sister once dated
A guy from a meat packing plant, so it’s stated
Because of the cost of the great tasting squid
That is exactly what his packing plant did
It’s kind of disgusting but plausible still
When you’re short on a product but have orders to fill
Battered and fried to a cute little ring
Pork guts or squid – it looks like either thing
But order it out and look closely to see it
They both look the same so it just might be it
Or set up a fryer and conduct your own test
Is fried calamari or deep-fried bung best
And if the FDA wants to end the disputes
They can simply approve the deep-fried pork poop chutes
Another news story I thought you might like
Courtesy of your new pal, Uncle Mike
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