This is a recent poem originally posted at the poetry knook

Oh, to be a rational Epicurist! A sun spotless mind-cleaner (than) a Pope for one more franchise will burn my body by a Steak, 'n Shake a SRI index fund's pointy finger, at my 401-Kilo-calories it reads on the fast food prospectus-just 'cause a prophet didn't write it doesn't mean it's untrue, Mo' and mo' years, the more I choose beside my Jesus burger, I need more media, more YouTube feeding tube is not enough!-need mail on phone, music on TV, hybrid corn, a fructose I.V., a fourth meal of midnight tacos drive-thru lines of closed eyes show ads on clothes and signs, other's behinds walking right to left, left to righteousness, the risk worth taking this half field of nerves and flipping coins to kick or be kicked on the other cheek bones protected by dead bolts, car doors, live wires, meds, and noise canceling headphones ring interrupting disrupting sighs: our stones, diarrhea, and UTI's.

AUTHOR NOTES: a rational Epicurist is someone who using reason and believes that pleasure and pursuit of happiness is the purpose of his or her life, SRI stands for socially responsible investing where an investor limits his or her investments to companies that he or she believes are socially responsible, "Mo'" refers to the Muslim prophet, Mohammad, a UTI is a unrinary track infection and post-orgasmic marriage glue is semen which if dry can feel like the beginning of a UTI