Drunk Diner Breakfast Anthem

Oh,
my country —
my late night
drunk diner breakfast
country

we sit down to it
knowing it is rich and
fatty and huge
but insisting upon it
and starving for it
knowing how bad it is for us
gobbling it anyway
knowing we will be sick
when we wake up
knowing it will kill us
one day

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One response to “Drunk Diner Breakfast Anthem

  • Léa's avatar leamuse

    They do say you are what you eat. Yet I have been living in the south of France for six years now and shared many a table. It is amazing the kinds and quantities that are consumed here but without the health issues attached in many societies. One of my neighbours is 92 (for the last few years 🙂 ) and eats heartily without denying himself. It is only this year, after the loss of his beloved wife, that he has cut back on his work in the iron forge that he has worked at most of his life.

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