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“Crispy Bacon”

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“Crispy Bacon” © C.P. Hickey 2020

 

“Crispy Bacon”

Crispy bacon,

Steeped in grease.

Flavor popping?

Certainly.

Good on ice cream?

Rest assured.

I’ve had plenty,

But want some more.

Crispy bacon,

A want, not need.

Crispy bacon?

Yes, indeed!

 

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“Of This, Let Me Be Specific”

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“Of This, Let Me Be Specific”

 

To all those enabled in the world

Of this, let me be specific

 

 

Empathy has a limit

 

There are more black holes here on earth,

Than in all the galaxies that exist

The tendency toward evolution

Has been overcome with a genetic self-centered mutation

That replicates inordinately in the direction of self-fulfilling prophecy

Your tears are not the only tears that have ever existed

Although, they might feel unique

They are not

Michael Stipe sang “Everybody Hurts”

And he was goddamned terrifically right

But, that doesn’t mean that the energy required of paying that attention

Falls within the purview of others

Sadly, the trend seems to be that people want you to recognize their pain

And if you don’t, well, they’ll remind you that you are a sub-par human,

And that they would like for you to take another look

Both today, and tomorrow

 

Give it a fucking rest

You’re draining the life from me