Ode to Steak
Juicy, chewy, pink, red
Absolute perfection
You are all the food I need
Angels sing praise to you,
and you are God’s food of choice,
while all places that make your seasoned perfection
should be called equivalent to God
Compared to you, the other meats of the world are pale imitations
All striving to be you, all falling galaxies short
Turkey, void of your flavor,
Chicken, such a crude cut
Pastrami and ham annihilated
before the golden rays you bring
You are all the food I require
And when I bite into you, oh the
relish The juice trickling down my
throat, clearing the path for the
explosion of taste and wonderment
that follows
If I could have one wish, the
First words to leap to my tongue
Would be the expression of an
infinite supply of steak
Steak is the purifier of the world,
And is the only meat fit for
anyone to taste. I weep for those who
have not yet tasted its miraculous cut.
Its meat is worth more than diamonds or jewels
to me, for steak is the only true,
pure meat, and the only food for
me
By Liam C.