“A Short Ode To Sausage"Sad to say, there are people who regard lovers of sausages as relics from a kind of nutritional Dark Ages"…---Charles Simic, poet. Theologically, I’d say I was predestined to eat animals carefully stuffed inside their own intestines. I’m the first to eat knockwurst,and the last in a cholesterol tsunamito relinquish my salami to the authorities. Whether beef, lamb or pork--it will end up on my fork.(I’m clear about my priorities.) And for those who go into hystericsproclaiming sausages barbaric,I want you to understand:That though you might be leaneryou can only have my wienerif you pry it from my cold dead hands.”

Daniel Klawitter
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