MystyrMystyry
12-24-2010, 06:26 PM
Morning strikes like a broken bell
Too close to my ear
I swing my legs to the side
Of my re-inviting bed
To put on my shoes and socks
Though not in that order
(But I have been known to try
Usually after a rough night)
And realise too late that
They will have to be removed if
I am to have any hope of getting
Into my Levi's 501s
Instead I opt for the old dirt brown
Corduroys which though in need
Of washing don't show the grime
accumulated over about a week
Of wearing on separate days
And look around for a cleanish shirt
That checked red one will do
I grab the plastique fantastique
On my way out telling myself
I shall also buy healthy
Breakfast from somewhere at
The first available opportunity
Onward to the Mall where
A thousand other last-minute
Shoppers with the same idea
Clog my path forward and
Prevent easy transgression
Toward the food hall where
I now don't care if it's healthy
Or otherwise, though if I
Eat it and live how unhealthy
Can it be? Not at all and
Furthermore who's going to
Bloody well notice - when something
Has caught their eye, and then
Something else - no, I may feel
A little grotty for a few moments
After consumption but it's still
Bound to have a full compliment of
Minerals and vitamins and
Proteins and carbohydrates
There! A hamburger place!
I shall order the largest they have
With double cheese and salad and
Yes, even double beef patties
Or triple or quadruple if they
Let me. My hope is that the pictures
Resemble what I am about to ingest
But even if not I don't actually care
It arrives, and I stroll outside to the carpark
So as not to shock the shoppers inside
Anymore than absolutely necessary
(I've had problems before) with rings of
Uncooked onion and sloppy mayo falling from
The end opposite to the one from which
I munch into the magnificence
They cooked it fast, I let myself ponder,
thinking there are some benefits to our
Hectic Modern Nightmare Lives and that
I never thought I'd be extolling the virtues of
A burger without properly toasted rolls
And this onion - why don't they just have a
Vat of deep-fried chopped bulbs ready to
Drop on, but my cast-iron stomach should handle
This softer-than-a-breast feast
Next time I'll go to a small diner for a burger to
Make up for this but yeah not too bad
To criticise it is like me criticising a ah burger
And then I am reminded of a personal
Experiment I saw on television where
Someone sometime somewhere left a
Similar burger in it's paper wrapping
For seven long years and checked in on it
Occasionally to see how it failed to
Decompose over that time
Now I need some juice to wash the taste from
My mouth, the memory from my mind
As the feeling I am comparing
This day with a burger is unwise
However I don't remember a
Juice Bar, meaning some pre-packaged
Reconstituted business might be in order
But I was hoping to avoid the supermarket rush
I'll just take a deep breath and bee-line my
Way there, in and out, quick as possible
Funny, a new item spied in the aisle
An electric Japanese-designed juicer
And look at the price! I think I've just worked out
How I'll be surprising myself this year
And it will do me at least all year long
Theoretically as long as the warranty
Carrot Juice, Pear Juice, Banana Juice
My mind is racing - I'll get this baby home
And come back later, because the box is a
Bit too large to lug around anyway
I will come back later - I like the shrill shriek of
Anklebiters piercing my skull with the subtlety of
An Arctic Icebreaker - it's one of the Christmas time joys
Up there with the near riots at the post-sales
And the inescapable feeling that we're
All locked into this together, on the same voyage
On the same Ocean Liner - Same longitude
Same lattitude and it's called the X.M.A.S. Titanic
but some of us will get to the lifeboats so
We can do it all again next year
Same batty time, Same batty channel
Too close to my ear
I swing my legs to the side
Of my re-inviting bed
To put on my shoes and socks
Though not in that order
(But I have been known to try
Usually after a rough night)
And realise too late that
They will have to be removed if
I am to have any hope of getting
Into my Levi's 501s
Instead I opt for the old dirt brown
Corduroys which though in need
Of washing don't show the grime
accumulated over about a week
Of wearing on separate days
And look around for a cleanish shirt
That checked red one will do
I grab the plastique fantastique
On my way out telling myself
I shall also buy healthy
Breakfast from somewhere at
The first available opportunity
Onward to the Mall where
A thousand other last-minute
Shoppers with the same idea
Clog my path forward and
Prevent easy transgression
Toward the food hall where
I now don't care if it's healthy
Or otherwise, though if I
Eat it and live how unhealthy
Can it be? Not at all and
Furthermore who's going to
Bloody well notice - when something
Has caught their eye, and then
Something else - no, I may feel
A little grotty for a few moments
After consumption but it's still
Bound to have a full compliment of
Minerals and vitamins and
Proteins and carbohydrates
There! A hamburger place!
I shall order the largest they have
With double cheese and salad and
Yes, even double beef patties
Or triple or quadruple if they
Let me. My hope is that the pictures
Resemble what I am about to ingest
But even if not I don't actually care
It arrives, and I stroll outside to the carpark
So as not to shock the shoppers inside
Anymore than absolutely necessary
(I've had problems before) with rings of
Uncooked onion and sloppy mayo falling from
The end opposite to the one from which
I munch into the magnificence
They cooked it fast, I let myself ponder,
thinking there are some benefits to our
Hectic Modern Nightmare Lives and that
I never thought I'd be extolling the virtues of
A burger without properly toasted rolls
And this onion - why don't they just have a
Vat of deep-fried chopped bulbs ready to
Drop on, but my cast-iron stomach should handle
This softer-than-a-breast feast
Next time I'll go to a small diner for a burger to
Make up for this but yeah not too bad
To criticise it is like me criticising a ah burger
And then I am reminded of a personal
Experiment I saw on television where
Someone sometime somewhere left a
Similar burger in it's paper wrapping
For seven long years and checked in on it
Occasionally to see how it failed to
Decompose over that time
Now I need some juice to wash the taste from
My mouth, the memory from my mind
As the feeling I am comparing
This day with a burger is unwise
However I don't remember a
Juice Bar, meaning some pre-packaged
Reconstituted business might be in order
But I was hoping to avoid the supermarket rush
I'll just take a deep breath and bee-line my
Way there, in and out, quick as possible
Funny, a new item spied in the aisle
An electric Japanese-designed juicer
And look at the price! I think I've just worked out
How I'll be surprising myself this year
And it will do me at least all year long
Theoretically as long as the warranty
Carrot Juice, Pear Juice, Banana Juice
My mind is racing - I'll get this baby home
And come back later, because the box is a
Bit too large to lug around anyway
I will come back later - I like the shrill shriek of
Anklebiters piercing my skull with the subtlety of
An Arctic Icebreaker - it's one of the Christmas time joys
Up there with the near riots at the post-sales
And the inescapable feeling that we're
All locked into this together, on the same voyage
On the same Ocean Liner - Same longitude
Same lattitude and it's called the X.M.A.S. Titanic
but some of us will get to the lifeboats so
We can do it all again next year
Same batty time, Same batty channel