Blood Orange Sanguine

shall we write a satire
an ovre to the tamales in the oven
lost pieces, critical ingredients found steaming or hard baked
loaves no longer edible, chocolate chip cookies
with chipped teeth, lettuce with human heads
cabbage as a testament to the power of education and
a founding principle we found as an insert
in the big book God's big book, "How to cooke like Captain Cook"

on page one I ate the ink and on page two I drank the pulp
puking it all up in a puddle by the plinth in the corner
the dessert was even worst, it was Dodo Yodo Yogurt
and the recipe called for fresh 1-year Dodo fed exclusively with rice
(where am I even supposed to get Yogurt anyway??)

Here we be, hungry floating in an endless sea
the sun searing us, now rowing the oars with steaks for hands
mutton chop cheeks dripping saltwater brazing, marinaded
toes and feet in Cretaceous dreams
visions of sugar plum fairies dividing us, conquering us, vini vidi vicesglutonyangerennui

And the tub of a boat we wrote in our satire
it was sinking slowly in tandem with the Devonian sun, the middle
period, an eon it took, a lapping started to be followed by a chanting, the waves
wavering and hesitating to break and sink our sorry ship,
the cooke broke down and decided to hang before he'd drown, and but for we being
Christ-ians we did not relieve our fast on his fatty flesh and all lent(nopunintended) a hand
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it bloated and soared
farty and fast
to the left or right
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