Monday, April 20, 2009

Roses are red, I need a pepsi

Milestones...

It’s day twenty of the poetry challenge…write one poem per day for the month of April. The moderator gives a subject everyday for the participant to follow. If you are interested go here:

http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/April+PAD+Challenge+2009+Rules++Blahblahblah.aspx

Anyway, it’s become somewhat annoying that the guy has problems posting the subject every day in a timely fashion. But, who can expect discipline from a poet?

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It’s day two of the Guantanamo Bay diet (aka the Daniel Fast), in which subject eats only vegetables and fruit for 21 straight days or until the people with the straight jackets arrive, whichever comes first. The kids (who are not participating) ate chicken last night and I was tempted to lick their napkins after they finished, but I managed to keep myself pure.

No sugar, no alcohol, no fried foods, and no soda. But the problem isn’t what we can’t eat…it’s the availability of what we can eat. With out diet, our local grocery store would be the produce section and the aisle only the looney, tree huggers shop for things like wheat pasta and lemon grass. And you can forget anything on the checkout aisle, except for the Soap Opera Digest.

Hopefully, today’s poem will be about self-denial.