hot dog

sometimes

it's best to stay dumb,

stupid,

if you may.

ignorance

being a sort of bliss

we can

live with.

why i looked up

how a hot dog

is made

is beyond me.

the ingredients being

a strange mix

of chemicals

and processed

meats

swept up into a skin

sweater.

it's ruined things for

the upcoming

holiday.

perhaps

just one slathered

in mustard and relish

this year

won't kill me.