Embezzled Meal

English poems

In the middle of the festivity

the main course arrived.

I longingly eyed its crimson skin

as I reveled at its luscious aroma.

Hunger crept in me.

I tore off a piece

and grease filled my hand.

As its juicy meat filled my mouth

a bottomless pit yearned for more;

I devoured every bit

and wiped myself clean.

In the midst of oblivion

I called for a toast,

and as I popped the cork

they wondered "where was the pork?!"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is in line with the Pork Barrel issue that has been on the cover of national dailies for a month or so now.

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