I go around irritable alot
when the easiest food choices
always include ground beef
burgers
tacos
burritos
spaghetti sauce
and the guy who wants
to get married
thinks and states his superiority
in his choice of pizza toppings
ground beef and onions--
he says as if holiness
and I have to admit
his middle-America pretension
put me off ground beef
(for an extremely long time,
decades, years)
and his Catholic love of the word
masochism clicking the ending
sound in the saliva of his mouth and throat
with a sensually pleasurable emphasis
