You dab at your slice
Filling your napkin
With oily grease
As if it’s toxic pus
That will burn your tongue
And twist your guts
You rant about health
While your food gets cold
And I move to a second round
My stomach still intact
And burning oil dripping from my chin
(April Poetry Month entry for We Drink Because We’re Poets.)
About Charles Yallowitz
Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
Legends of Windemere 
but it was worth it wasn’t it…..
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Always. 😉
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And now I want pizza… way to go Charles. 😕 😉
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Lean cuisine pizza? Throw enough veggies on it to make it more of a salad? 😉
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remarkable. thanks for sharing your refreshingly unsentimental poem with me today. tony
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You’re welcome.
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Have I told you lately that you suck? Protein shakes and granola bars ugh!
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I’m eating veggie dogs over here. I had my pizza quota for the week, so I can’t touch it again until next week. 😦
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Okay so I hate you less.
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Yay! Less hate!
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Pizza…now I have pizza on my mind…gee thanks! lol Great imagery 🙂
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At this point, I think the pizza industry owes me money. 🙂
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LOL…we will have to let them know that you deserve a comission!! 🙂
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I’ll take it in free slices.
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Yes…yummy!!!
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no pizza for me this weekend…
“With oily grease
As if it’s toxic pus”
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Sorry about that. 😦
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MMMMMM pus…. ha ha
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