Poetry: 100% Pure Beef (or Vice-Versa)

Someday soon, I hope to become

that soft piece of rubber

with a Taoist look

and bounce

and bounce.

I am ready to take the first bite

of my quarter-pounder

I am ready to begin.

I'll take the low, low road,

but I'll get there, to the dinner party

eventually.

I'm doing it --

I'm taking the bite

"How is it?"

"Well done."

Why, thank you.

- April 25, 1986, A.D.