Life Is A Meat Patty

Life is a meat patty.

Sometimes the recipe is all wrong.

When that happens,

Oh boy, does it become a slog!

Like choking on volcanic ash,

As your city is destroyed by the molten flows.

Or being Caesar as the golden knives are slid into your flesh,

Upon the ides of March.

Or a kick to one's crocus,

Yes, exactly like a kick to the crocus!

On some Vernal day.

But when it's good,

Life is a meat patty with cheese...

Tasty and mouth watering!

Yes I think with my stomach!

Don't you?

So now that My work here is done,

I'm off to fill my stomach--

A bottomless pit which never fills,

As it only ever clogs...