Silver Fork

Give me the bacon,

A silver fork or a silver spoon,

Nothing about the rich is in common,

Nice and crunchy and golden,

The way things should be,

Potatoes play a part in it,

It is an intoxicating miasma of flavor,

Everyone will love it,

I know I would,

Come play the senses with me,

Crunch off the extra weight of the world,

As you smother yourself in cholesterol,

And shear madness,

It is going to be a lot of fun,

I promise,

Why is it always made from a pig,

Of all creatures,

The swine of all of society.