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Bacon - - you lift me up
when I am
		down.
You have been there before
and later, too you will be true - - 
if not in the flesh, then
	in my mind - - wherein you may
		sizzlizzlizzlizzlizzlizzlizzlizzli
	fry all you want, baby.

One day you peered across the pen
And saw your kin up near the gate;
Fat and tan and numbering ten
Quite unaware of their fate.

But still you followed, trotting close,
Tailed them to yet another door,
Which swung open at first nose
Nuzzling fo'ard across the floor.

And up a ramp onto a belt
Which slid your brethren up so high
And soon you too knew how it felt - -
What it must be like to fly!

Sensation, yes! Adventure, too!
So this is life?, charged through your brain,
As your friends met the razor screw
And you followed, just the same.

I sat alone that eventide
and awaited the call from Lawrence,
who had promised (oh yes promised - -
even today, a promise - - 
he promised) to stop by,
stop in with some fresh wares.

I sat, but the door remained 
silent. As I sat, as I sat
on that chair by the phone that 
rang that evening,
Hello?, I helloed therein
expectantly, to which
a nothing could not
could to respond.
Hello, again, this time accenting
the "Hell" - - for effect, you know.

I'm here.

It was Lawrence, after all,
decidedly undoorlike, while his
wares' pungent aroma was
nowhere to be whiffed.

Sorry about that um yeah
sorry about that but my
last account went overlong
went so overlong you know
I don't know what he wanted
when I came in and well
you know how it is he just
wanted some stuff I didn't
have at that moment so you
know I had to you know I
had to had to go back to the
cold storage before I

But I wasn't listening.

You will bring, I interrupted,
you will bring 7 prime 4 pound cuts - - 
seven of them, mark you - -
and you will bring them this eve.
Do you understand, Lawrence? I need
you to verify now that you, Lawrence,
that you understand my request.

He verified, eventually;
I think he had some bearings
to collect - - but I hardly heard
his yeah uh sure thing as I
reclined alone, content-like
that eventide, and
awaited his porcine ecstasy.

Never leave your Bacon on the porch; 
Think of what you're doing, first.
Leave it out there, what can you expect?;
Why, audacious dogs and gnats unchecked.
Man, flyspecked strips are just the worst!

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Salty, smoky, lean - - 
the true marks of first-rate gear:
Where can I get some?

2
Late-morning wakeup,
and my day's first aroma
is juicy and true.

5
Dribbling, dripping
from a greasy lower lip - - 
I guess I missed some.

16
This price is too high
for just another dead pig,
I snap at the clerk.

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But bacon tastes good!;
Pork chops taste good, too!, I yell.
You vegan bastards.

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But before I chomp
down into your bubbling flesh,
I whisper your name.