A murderous gang of fast food fries
mugged my heart in Greenville, Alabama.
As best I can determine, since my eyes
only read obits in the now and back when,
they made off with approximately 24,382 beats.
I also think one of the greasy slick sticks
slipped a hand inside the vest pocket of my lungs,
and lifted several hundred old and fading breaths.
Not a lot when calculated in minutes and hours,
assuming I have years to recover what was lost.
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13 comments:
Can't argue with hope (at least in principle!
"mugged my heart" - a wonderful way of describing the seductive wiles of forbidden fruits of all kinds
thank you
oh well... take away the forbidden fruits and there's hardly anything left worth living for...
I do enjoy how you can take any subject, add a little humor, a good point and some well-worded phrases and make wonderful poems Pat!
laughing... your writing is such a fabulous treat !!!! Thank you!
Please recover... ;-)
did you write this for me?? :)
humorous take on a serious subject. :)
what a vision! greasy fries infiltrating a healthy heart.... would make for an effective illustration!
thanks for inspiring my imagination -
again!
:)NINA
I agree with floots.
Mugged my heart!
Those slims fries with salt can do that.
Very clever!!
Well they say laughter cures all so hopefully you've just counteracted tea and that half bottle of wine from yesterday - thanks Pat!
How do you do it? Writing poetry about mundane stuff?
It is such a beauty!
I love that! "greasy slick sticks"--I can just see them, those sleazy operators!
This is a riot! I had such fun reading it...a new angle on a timely problem!
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