Jul 12, 2017
Culinary literary
They say you cannot fry
a lit mag contributor copy
But I’m willing to try.
Roll it in breadcrumbs
Harbour dreams of golden brown crusts,
Succulent paper mulch inside
Yum.
Not just that though
I’m willing to poach, sauté, grill
Barbecue with friends and beers
Leave the mag to soak overnight
for guaranteed results
Nom.
This payment for art will feed!
It will be made so!
A tree by any other name
Is just a big vegetable
That being so
We shall plate it up real nice
Then fill our faces
Smack our lips
For this age-old brand new
Subsistence agronomy.
