deep fried

i'm living
on scrambled
eggs and bacon,
toast and potatoes.
i'm on the edge
of gout, the edge
of a culinary
cliff of fried
and greasy food.
i've got the jones
for popeye's
extra crispy
spicy chicken,
i'm eyeballing
that mc D's
third pounder
like a hungry dog
off his chain.
i've worn out
my frying pan
with vegetable oils
spitting and
splattering all
over my kitchen
walls. if i don't
get a piece of
fruit in me
soon an artery
is going to pop.