I try to retrieve what I had
It just isn't going well
The memories that I used to have
Now smell like bacon hell.
The sweet aroma that I adored
Now smells more like rotten socks
Doesn't even look the same looks fabricated in blocks
So for me pork is out
Some think I am to blame
The food we are sold
If the truth be told
Is sending me insane.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 27th, 2023 04:10
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Comments4
Me next poem will be: 'Beef'. lol.
Don't get me started on chicken!
Story of our grocerying woes. It's an uphill battle to fill our fridges and tummies with good stuff.
Hahahaha, nice!
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