The Food Groups
Meal 1 Honest to God! Nobody is ever honest to god. Because honesty is a great sin, Like a crack in the shell of Momma Bird's baby boy spilled into a searing pan. God demands a sacrifice! Your firstborn son. Sonny-side up. "But mom, I'm still hungry!" "Oh, of course you are, Dear. You are a growing boy after all!" Then some dribble of metabolism Ad nauseam, And drool of uncooked yolk hanging from my lips, My eyes feverishly seeking, I want the yellowest bits, I want the most colorful bites, To forget there ever was A “Caw” or “Coo” or “COCORICO” or “KUKAREKU” as it were, What I recall on the sound they make, Echoing, bellowed out from plastic speakers On a toy, “What sound does the Chicken make?” The rooster’s cries are soothing tunes for children learning to read, And in all my learning, questions remain: “What sound does the human make?” Meal 2 “Will that be for here or to go?” Little did I know, I was re...