I am in love again
I never thought I'd see the day
It was among things I had forgotten
How to feel in eigth grade
The first time that I met him
I was seventeen
And for a reason unannounced
All the school was called to the library
He, for his part, was in mourning
I, for mine, was not
He told me that his dad died
I told him Pyramid Head was hot
I asked about cremation
And the circumstance of demise
He confirmed incineration
And so I called the corpse precooked and suggested sides
Then I did a split and walked away
He was too shocked to be sad
He told me later I had made his day
And now is the best friend I've ever had
Friend to pancakes and scrambled eggs
Slices of heaven from succulent pigs
No sleepy head can stay asleep
Bacon's aroma makes taste buds weep
No cheeseburger can survive
When Bacon is piled up high
The sandwich of the gods
Bacon from the meat of hogs
Flavor savor smells so good
Eat it Eat it you know I would
Save the grease for extra flavor
Bacon is the taste I favor
Bacon bits make a salad palatable
Bacon strips make liver eatable
Bacon is the real deal
Bacon Bacon for every meal
Bacon cooked with cabbage
Without it life is savage
Bacon is a dog's favorite treat
Forget Fido let me eat
Smoked with hickory or applewood
Cured with sugars is understood
Crisp or chewy Yum Yummy Yum
Maple or peppered give me some
Baked, microwaved or fry
Without it kiss life goodbye
Bacon Bacon fills my freeza
Best part of any pizza
Bacon can never be eaten raw
Buy precooked if no time to thaw
Bacon makes a wonderful jerky
Bacon is pork never turkey.
She never dismisses with facile labels
differing points of view,
and she's habitually skeptical
about neat, precooked data
from the prosecution or defense
who lie professionally
through their yellowed teeth,
and disdains
the prepackaged responses
from untruthful, but well-rehearsed witnesses;
and she never pampers attendant sentiments
as she marshals objective information
to buttress
her every decision.
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