“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.”

“I'm a vegetarian.You're a what?I don't eat meat.How can you not eat meat?I just don't.He says he does not eat meat.What?No meat?No meat.Steak?No...Chickens!No...And what about the sausage?No, no sausage, no meat!He says he does not eat any meat.Not even sausage?I know!What is wrong with him?What is wrong with you?Nothing, I just don't eat meat!”

“Writing is like sausage making in my view; you'll all be happier in the end if you just eat the final product without knowing what's gone into it.”

“No sausage?" he asked.Apparently my pork consumption habits were a matter of public record.”

“[If you hear a] story about how eating sausage leads to anal cancer, you will be skeptical, because it has never happened to anyone you know, and sausage, after all, is delicious.”

“I want to eat the melancholy I can feel inside my ribs, beside my heart.I want to eat the sad...”