as earthly creatures walk through dust
and to survive do what they must
to get the energy to move their feet
some are eaten that others may eat
oh how my senses quicken
at the thought of deep fried chicken
and how my soul doth quake
at the dream of a thick steak
with philosophers and fools
at the banquet of molecules
some called living, and some not
some ice cold, some piping hot
i shove them down my throat
with a half-remembered quote
from a suave gourmet who stated
that all to be devoured are fated
the universe is one big mouth
draining its glass from north to south
chewing itself from east to west
so let the hot sauce burn
for some day your own turn
at the celestial barbecue
will come due
there were basically two reasons - one, that she never beat me even though i was a total asshole of a kid.
and two, she had a couple of cats and a dog and she always fed them and treated them right.
but recently, i was talking to a woman that my mom worked with at a supermarket for a long time and she told me a couple of things that made me wonder if i was wrong.
the book was the fountainhead by ayn rand!
and this woman also told me that my mom's favorite book as a kid was - little black sambo!
i thought it was kind of strange that my mom never mentioned these books to me, but why would the woman lie?
here i was starting to think maybe i was in the wrong with her but maybe she was just as much in the wrong or more, you know?
anyway, it just goes to show you never really know about people.