Poem: Too Rich for the Stomach

Pure butter
rich and decadent
feast for the senses
and the stomach
delicious concoction
that only comes
once in a lifetime
if you are lucky
and are favored
by the will of God
Life's mortal pleasures
reserved for the chosen
You can't take it with you
and if you overindulge
confess your sins
with a handful of silver
to wash away the guilt.


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