My last Fourth of July related post (for now) is the only poetry of mine I will ever put up here.
I wrote it in 2002.
I was drunk.
ode to a hotdog
i think that i shall never eat
a substance more devoid of meat
than the hot dog i ate last night
but damn, i did eat every bite.
and when i was done i ate another
so did my sister and my mother
i would have gone for three or four
if there had been any more.
hot dogs are the food of gods
despite the arteries they clog
in the oven, on the grill
floating in a watery swill
mustard (yellow), sauerkraut
that’s what summer’s all about
pile them high upon the plates
don’t talk to me about nitrates
no turkey, tofu, chicken filler
real meat hot dogs are what’s killer
so please don’t call me a big ol’ meanie
when i won’t share my all-beef weenie.