Glory be to God for breaded things—
Catfish, steak finger, pork chop, chicken thigh,
Sliced green tomatoes, pots full to the brim
With french fries, fritters, life-float onion rings,
Hushpuppies, okra golden to the eye,
That in all oils, corn or canola, swim
Toward mastication's maw (O molared mouth!):
Whatever browns, is dumped to drain and dry
On paper towels' sleek translucent scrim,
These greasy, battered bounties of the South:
Eat them.
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Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in good rhyme scheme with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem COLOSSAL MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE.