Poems and Poetry

Aging, Virility, Sex, Trans Fat | A Poem by G.S. Katz

Comes a time
When you have to cross over
Often it’s involuntary
Wouldn’t call it maturity
More like a slow moving paralysis

I’m somehow thinking trans fat can help
Heaping portions of corn syrup and cane sugar
Gooey fat laden concoctions
Evoking a high octane sugar rush
That’s maturity I can believe in…

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