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How Do You Like Yours?
My First Time
My addiction started at a party
when the host brought out a dish.
One sniff sent me into a starry
dream with just one wish.
That night, I went to the corner
and bought myself two pounds.
The guy said he knew a farmer
who bred outside of town.
The product was the best he’d seen
on the market or in the streets.
He assured me it was pure and clean
and would bring me sweet release.
The scene was kind of fishy
so I bailed once I bought.
I don’t know why it felt so sketchy,
it wasn’t like I’d been caught.
My body shook from the pleasure
of intoxicating delight.
Who would have guessed that such a treasure
would feel so very right?
Soon enough, my stash was gone.
It filled me all at once.
Wasted like a gluttonous moron,
I felt like such a dunce.
After that, I changed my ways
and embodied the epicure.
Now I season and smoke fillets
instead of feasting premature.
What is the fix that I’ve alluded to?
If you look closely and examine
the lines for every clue,
you’ll realize that I fiend salmon.