Bacon on My Bike

When I buy bacon

on my bicycle

I feel like

I’m flying through someone’s religion

such a sentiment is too heavy

for my breakfast

I just don’t want my eggs

to be lonely

without the accompaniment

of 3 finely smoked

pieces of pork

I just want to see it there

on my plate

next to my buttered, toasted raisin bread

excuse me if my mind goes oink, oink

while you are respecting Allah

I don’t mean to be disrespectful

I just think that

if Allah

didn’t want us to eat bacon

there would not be so much of it

and it wouldn’t taste

better than chicken

I believe that people have come

to be on this planet

because life is as tasty

as it is good

maybe I should consider

myself as a pig

slaughtered for the smell of me

I might then rethink

my bicycle rides

but then I would also have to

rethink beef

and chicken

and turkey

and fish

anything with eyes

could not go in my shopping bag

and

I also think that

if I had to really consider bacon

as a pig

and I had to kill the pig

for bacon

I’d much rather

eat two pieces of fruit

and call it

a religion.