Special thanks to The Haven for publishing this poem in their extremely funny site.
I loved hotdogs as a kid, but now I fear the processed food I know whatโs in it The waste products that shorten a lifespan, the fat that clogs the arteries Not to mention cardiovascular disease and type two diabetes All those additives and dyes The possibility of cancer The worry and the trauma The comfort food that knocks on deathโs door As a child, I didnโt think about what I put inside of me I had only one agenda To be happy and satisfied To slather a Dodger Dog with mustard and relish on a warm, toasted bun, and watch a ballgame from the bleachers with a mouthful of a footlong.
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I eat hot dogs. I know they are not that healthy but I still eat them. Not all the time but ….sometimes.
I did too. I stopped when I gave up red meat. Only miss it when Iโm at a baseball game. ๐
Haha. Well done. ๐๐ป
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Sometimes Ignorance Is Bliss!
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Always happy to read and share your posts, Mark! Hope you had a great day!!
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You too, Chuck.
Long life or hot dogs? A poem that deals with the contradictions of life and makes me hungry at the same time. ๐
Imagine if that was our big question? Thanks for putting it all in perspective. ๐๐ญ
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Too cool! But can’t pass those Dodger dogs when at the stadium.
Hear you.
This is precisely why I don’t ask questions I don’t want the answers to heh
I donโt blame you.