Bacon is an evil lover,
For your comely crisp is just a cover,
To disguise your goal to try to smother
My life in a deathly squeeze.
I awake each morning in splendid bliss
To meet you with a greasy kiss.
My wistful mind can only wish
To dress you in some cheese.
You are so innocent, after all,
As you fatten my abdominal wall
And paint me with cholesterol
That clogs my arteries.
Such yearning o'er this porcine treat!
Such desire for this tasty meat!
Is nothing less than bittersweet
as I succumb to heart disease.
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