Since the century has turned,
all the instruments agree
we’re a people very busy growing round.
In these post-post-modern days,
size definitively matters:
we venerate our heroes by the pound.

Now Dante, the cad,
put our appetite for food
deeper in his Hell,
below the carnal lusts condemned by God.
How can it be
that unchecked passion, even lechery,
are farther from the devil by a rod?

Theologians tell us
that’s because the crime of gluttony,
worn right out where everyone can see,
is at least a little worse
than sins that sweat in secret,
known only to the bedpost, you and me.

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                                                            Abbott Ikeler

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