Modern Appetite
by Michael R. Burch
"Women, wine, song ..."
It grumbled low, insisting it would feast
on blood and flesh, etcetera, at least
three times a day. With soft lubricious grease
and pale salacious oils, it would ease
its way through life. Each day—an aperitif.
Each night—a frothy bromide, for relief.
It lived on TV fare, wore pinafores,
slurped sugar-coated gumballs, gobbled S’mores.
When gas ensued, it burped and farted. ’Course,
it thought aloud, my wife will leave me. Whores
are not so damn particular. Divorce
is certainly a settlement, toujours!
A Tums a day will keep the shrink away,
recalcify old bones, keep gas at bay.
If Simon says, etcetera, Mother, may
I have my hit of calcium today?
Keywords/Tags: modern, appetite, supersize, me, indulgence, gluttony, bromide, seltzer, gas, Tums, calcium, quick, cure, tonic, overeating, women, wine, song, America, vanity, society, city, life
Supersize your life
Live extra large
At love's drive-up window
Kisses no charge
Giggles on the side
With life's hot sauce
Squeezies to go
Huggsies no cost
Big joyful shakes
How much do I owe
Two spoons of love
And smiles to go
Fried morsels of bliss
Is this month's toy
You're next in line
For double size joy
Fast food for the soul
Is a happy refrain
So O.D. on good times
And come back again!
Supersize your life
Live extra large
At love's drive-up window
Kisses no charge
Giggles on the side
With life's hot sauce
Squeezies to go
And huggles no cost
Big joyful shakes
How much do I owe
Two spoonfuls of love
And smiles to go
Fried morsels of bliss
Is this month's toy
You're next in line
For double size joy
Fast food for the soul
Is a happy refrain
So O.D. on good times
And come back again!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Yeah,
I'll have a #3
no onions and,
can you hang on a second?
Yes,
I need to make an appointment.
Dr. Jones.
My Lipitor prescription needs refilled.
Okay, see you on the 14th then.
I'm sorry,
anyway,
can I get that with extra mayo?
uh, yeah, sure
supersize it too.
Two apple pies for only a dollar?
Yeah, go ahead
add those.
Did I say no onions?
oh, okay.
Diet Coke please.
a million atom bombs over the world
France has several under the Iffel Tower
Germany,about 30,underneath the Wall's ruination
The USSR keeps them under darkened covers
We have them around
every corner
Beside a military base
or even in the wrinkle of your next door neighbor's face
In a fast food joint around town
there could be one in your value meal
The next time you SUPERSIZE a hungry meal
Turn to face what lies behind that EXTRA TOPPING
A WMD of your choice
Small
Medium
or KING SIZE with everything on it
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