bad company

i used to be able to eat
more than i can now.
one sandwich is enough.
doesn't matter if it's tuna,
egg salad,
or ham.
i can barely finish that.
a bowl of cereal and i'm stuffed.
but when i was
a skinny long haired teenager
riding around with my
delinquent friends
in a dodge dart,
i could eat
and eat all night.
a foot long sub no problem,
a turkey leg
with all the trimmings,
easy.
hamburgers and fries, a
milkshake to wash it down,
bring it on. pizza with extra
mozzarella. yum.
of course
the cannabis we were smoking
may have had
something to do it.