TV, beer and pizza

It's the rhyme really - the three
settle on a leisurely life,
choosing for us against our will.
Yet, reason and happenstance
are ready for the bourgeous,
who take their selection from
storefronts haunted by
envelopes of bullets.

You realize that yesteryear,
would not have been
possible on this meager diet,
the rightness of juxtaposition,
the reverie of flavor and taste.
It makes all things better,
even in the wrong hands.

Dangerous and efficient,
in the wrong hands,
sure it's the grill that
settles with a new oven,
wily as it pass masterful
bread, sauce, sausage
as it fakes pepperoni.

Caesar was hear when
busy bees dosed out life -
as bread -
for investigating pressure -
closing in on delight.
An assembly line of
mixture - passing through
the back lot -
a story that must be told.

© 2013 Larry Ingram