These are, as John Lennon said, “strange days, indeed!”
So I thought I’d take a break from some of the longer pieces and give you a quick ode to Bacon.
If there’s one thing about which I am certain
And about which I could never be mistaken
Lock the doors and close every curtain
And leave me here to eat all the bacon.
Bacon has a sound that’s like no other sizzling
Whether fried in a pan or on a hot grill
Woe betide the monster or quisling
Who might separate me from my Bacon-Ville.
Some love bacon best when it’s very crunchy
And some love it best when it can be chewed
Of all the things one might find munchy
None match a beautiful bacon interlude.
Love comes and goes, like the Equinox Vernal
But that doesn’t matter; Bacon is eternal.
My name is Jeff Mach (“Dark Lord” is optional) and I build communities, put on events, and make stories come into being. I also tweet a lot over @darklordjournal.