Hail to the Bacon King

A lyric poem about the oh so sacred bacon-y deliciousness. Enjoy!

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Let’s all hail the bacon king
The greasy God
A pig’s best feats

Let’s all hail the bacon king
Who lives on Crispy Lane

So where do you find this delicious delicacy?
All around and about in a store near you
Then you cook it and you eat it and savor it too
Now let’s go find some bacon!

So how do you eat this mystical item?
You can skillet, you can bake it, or even put it in lasagna
If you can’t handle the grease then shame on you
Even if you are a health nerd!

So who do you share this tasty treat with?
Bring your family, bring your friends, or even your parent’s dog
It’s so amazing how a small piece of pig has so much power
Let’s tip our hats to Porky!

Let’s all hail the bacon king
The greasy God
A pig’s best feats

Let’s all hail the bacon king
Who lives on Crispy Lane

Are you ready to enjoy this special gift?
There’s feats and treats and sweets to eat
It’s time to enjoy this super epic feast
At the Chicago Baconfest!

I’m sure you’re wondering who the bacon king is
It’s whoever supplies this amazing tastiness
But have no fear, you’ll always find some strips
Even after singing silly songs… about bacon!

Let’s all hail the bacon king
The greasy God
A pig’s best feats

Let’s all hail the bacon king
Who lives on Crispy Lane

Adulting to Find the Rainbow

Ring ring!

The alarm yells at me approximately 16 times until I dreadfully roll and groan myself out of bed...
"My bed is so warm" I tell myself as I reluctantly shut off my mattress heater my darling purchased for me...
I wake the fuck up with just enough time to finish my "morning routine" of throwing on my mask, grabbing my shit, and darting out the door to catch the bus,
Trying not to be late,
Just like the school days...
Except this time the stakes aren't just a letter grade and a sticker of achievement...

And then you end up running late anyway...

After waiting for the adult school bus, it eventually decides to show up...
You tap your ventra card 4 times until it finally decides to register on the screen and you sit down and stare at Lake Michigan, try not to fall asleep, and await for your traffic-filled ride to finally subside...
But it's not over yet, time to transfer to the train...
At least the bus isn't like a sack of peanuts, packed tightly to the brim without air in the bag...

Train time...
It's just two stops,
But one vehicle is more than enough...

Two stops later it's time for the windy walk of about 4 blocks...

Seven minutes later, I arrive at desk land, ninja-ing my way in the office so no one notices my presence as I am late again...

I sit down to see a prevalence of grey,
Hoping to pass the day
And find the fray... of all the work I should have on my plate...
But no gatekeeper will be in *my* way!

The hours pass... 9 o'clock, 10 o'clock... phone call time... or should I say "spacing out time" because we work with offshore people and I never have anything to say...
12 o'clock and I'm counting down until I'm ready to eat lunch...
My notebook is out, my software is open, and so is Google hangouts on my phone because I'm utterly bored and lonely and my boyfriend keeps me sane from the suburbs as I sit all alone in my colorless box all day...

One trip to stuffing my face land, walkie land, and going to Whole Foods for free samples land later, it's time to attempt the grind once again...

I'd rather see a rainbow than a rut, but I must make myself a living...

I get a lot done, but not always work-related items...
Because my view of making a difference is having the power to show people how to climb the rope and hold up your weight, not the capacity to down 40 ounces of caffeine and two water bottles just to survive... and not knock out at my desk...

Boredom strikes again, but that's nothing new...

After a conversation with resilience's shrine, it is time to peace the fuck out of this joint, heading back on the train towards the opposite of mundane... where opportunity lies and I have a place where I can fly.

Eat Your Damn Cake

How the hell did I end up in this hole of feeling empty again?
I don’t understand what went wrong…
I almost tumbled and fell, but managed to get up to migrate a few streets away to another building under the same roof, praying it would be my solace,
But apparently not…
I feel like I’m stuck at a dead end in career land as a young millennial soul-searching to find her place in this city…

Let me begin by saying how the majority of people who have a job want to be able to help and do a “job” at said job… no matter the size or effort of the task…
We’re all supposed to be in this world to make a difference,
And having that stripped away makes you feel like the only thing you’re doing is sitting in a box that feels like a louder version of solitary confinement, giving x amount of time to the man, and seeing yourself as a body instead of an asset to your team…
But on the flip side, it is quite the blessing to be granted with any opportunity in your field, which shouldn’t be taken for granted, especially because you get handed green paper for as long as you show up and continue to earn an A for effort, even with your assignment notebook being empty most of the time, and not “obtain the fuck up”, meaning to be pushed down the edge of a jagged cliff and put into a trash can…

Trying to navigate through this “big scary adult world” as a youngin right out of college in a campus of 16000 people where nearly all of them can be your parent feels… weird…

It also feels like finally getting inside the restaurant door and taking a seat at the table after waiting your turn for 2 hours…
You fill your plate with sweets and tasty treats and everything your being craves to eat,
Fill it with fruits and veggies and meats galore being so excited for a new beginning… you then place a juicy steak on your plate…
You cut through that first piece of steak that cuts like butter…
Aaaaand then the plate gets snatched from you…
Only leaving a paper table cover and utensils…

“Ok Mr. Indian Giver, I’ll just go to a new restaurant in the same building… peace out, suckaaaazzz!!!”

You end up going to the new restaurant, and apparently the restaurant management in this building has some issues…
This time, instead of a buffet line, you’re given a menu, order several items, and they’re out of every single one of them…

Now you’re starving and want to hit a punching bag with a home run bat to strike away the frustration due to some failed attempts at hitting a home run…

After dusting yourself off, despite being pretty famished, you continue down the rugged road to find that place that will give your food, let you eat your food, and let you use your magic to make other people food!

But, if you ever feel a void in your professional life, realize that it’s not your title that defines you…
It’s your holistic being and your actions that speak far louder than green paper and a wallet…
Through resilience and persistence, you will find the x that marks your spot,
As your thriving and jumping into your gold room like Scrooge McDuck!
Life is yours!
Now go eat your damn cake!