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I eat applesauce now because there is a
Parking boot on my stomach clamped
Because of years of unpaid nutrition tickets that
Seemed such mambo jumbo at the time that no one
Could possibly be serious about them.

Protein shakes like liquid bricks drip past the Guardian
Who passes each drop on inspection
It takes me thirty minutes to savor what used to be three gulps
Of afterthought to wash down the burger-and-fries mash.

I eat applesauce now. It slips unnoticed past the Guardian
Who must think it’s for the baby.

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