I feel like laying my face
on this slab of steak.
Will you bring up the recycling?
Will you mention the waste?
Its thickness is
the solace I deserve.
Fred would love this t-bone,
And who else could continue
to be so excessive?
The first stanza of this one did actually arise out of a moment after dinner, while I was staring at a leftover piece of steak. The absurdity of that image made me laugh.
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