Man Versus Food

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Three hungry daughters

starved of trash TV,

feast on scenes of beef,

deep fried with battered cheese;

swilling down each

fresh excess.

 

I’m all consumed!

Shouting at his sturdy side,

urging on this dubious fight

and cheering on his next success

with every tortured bite.

 

I shake off shame and shun disgrace:

against the clock, against all odds

and always for the underdog,

I scream, “Go USA!”

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