Jeffrey Zable

When Rico brought over a large box for me to stuff
dozens of smaller boxes that I’d broken up
I said to him off the top of my head,
“Man, that box is big enough to be a coffin for one of us!”

To which he responded, “I’m not ready to go,
but if you are, you’re welcome to it!”

“Thanks. . . even though I think about it a good deal,
I’m not ready either, but I’ll let you know if I am another time!”

With that he gave me a thumbs up
before heading back to what he was doing. . .

“Yes, I do eat ham and bacon occasionally,”
I said to Jonnypig who I’d known for some time.
“But I’d never eat you because of our personal connection!”

“That’s as hypocritical as it gets!” Jonnypig responded.
“How would you feel if I ate your mother, but spared you
because of our personal connection!?”

“I see your point!” I answered, after a moment of reflection.
Then wondered if Jonnypig will ever wind up being ham and bacon,

and how I would feel about it. . .

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