Three Square Meals

For breakfast this morning

I feasted upon pain

Humanity's pain

Self and otherwise inflicted

I ingested morsel after morsel

Until my stomach swelled with it

And the lines

Between pain and ecstasy

Disappeared

For lunch

I dipped my spoon

Into a consommé of sorrow

I let it flow through me

Growing

Into a tidal wave of grief

For the unjust

For the lost

For the haunted masses

For those who know smile

As just a word

On a billboard

Selling toothpaste

For dinner

I chargrilled hate

And forced it down my gullet

Patty after patty

Topped

With thinly sliced sleaze

I eat like this

So I can go to sleep

Knowing

There's less in the world

Than yesterday