14 May 2017 – Lard-Worker
Deep-fry proveyors all know me by name,
patiently waiting outside – first in line.
“Lard-Worker”, “God’s Little Grease-Trap” – what fame!
I keep in business these dumps where I dine!
I was eleven when we moved to hell.
I had three choices to cope with that heat:
arm myself – blast my way outta that cell,
off myself quick, or ceaselessly eat!
I chose the latter, and so here I sit,
a safehouse for tacos and Kung Pao pork.
Just stone carve my words in a fancy writ:
“some fought their demons with swords – he used forks”.