I don't want to be a
lobster
red raw
or anyway the inverse
of the proportion
Given away as an unholy fact
the crustacean method
of savage dalliance
a bending of the claws
a headless beggar
no morals
a social decay
Given freely to the next generation
And the scent
of creamy butter
moist with a hint
of whipped appetizer
spread across the table's delicate bloom
a gastronome--s
Last Meal
the apertif
the Winks and the Wonder
in the eyes of the nouveau weak
their hungry lips
suck the briny necks of crawdads
disco mechanics
twisting cartilage
and muscle fat
these fat Boomers surging
at the feasting tables
with slobbery
preening and the muck
performing sex acts
for white bread niblets
