I stare at my eggs,
Drowning
In salsa, and syrup from my waffle
Like the fallen stones of a building,
The pillars of a temple,
A pantheon
From some long lost civilization
Of chickens.
We are all of us completely high—
No drug-induced stupor, this,
But high on life,
On friends,
On dreams
And heady thoughts of zygotic avian culture.
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but some poet with a fork.
Gotcha with that "read more", didn't I? I may be the only poet ever to connect eggs, salsa, syrup, fallen civilizations, the apocalypse, and T.S. Eliot. Bask in my greatness, Internet.
You may ask how I can be so awesome without mentioning bacon. Silly, silly, person. The reason the civilization fell in the first place is either that they ran out of bacon or refused to recognize its greatness.
ReplyDeleteYou idiot! ;-). Silly, silly idiot.
DeleteBacon is only great in proportion to the maple syrup it's doused in. Therefore, the collapse of civilization is not caused by failure to recognize the greatness of bacon, but by society's failure in the proper application of bacon. The world never runs out of bacon, but bacon may slowly lose it's savor from incorrect presentation, thereby causing society to forget that bacon is great. Whenever we see fit to deem something irrelevant, we must first ask the question of what have we forgotten in order to make us think so. Ergo, maple syrup, being the proper vehicle to communicate the greatness or bacon, is a nessecery ingredient to prevent forgetfulness and subsequent causes.
Ha! That's hilarious! I doff my hat to you and bow.
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