Breakfast of Champions

For Magaly’s prompt on Real Toads – Poetic Irony.  I don’t do irony well.  I’ve seen too much.


Remember when we used to drink coffee with the paper?

 

Breakfast of Champions
“Left of west and coming in a hurry with the Furies breathing down your neck” R.E.M. It’s the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine).

We used to drink coffee while we
read the paper at breakfast.
Times became more dire.
Then we graduated to coffee cups of bourbon
and shot glasses of coffee.
Now we just skip it all
and pour Pappy Van Winkle’s Family Reserve
over our Cheerios.
We stopped reading the news –
It never changed for the better,
It just got worse.
Hey! If Pappy’s is good enough
for world class chefs,
it is good enough for me.
I stood outside on the back steps
listening to the birds this morning.
They don’t know that the world is ending.
I take the last bite of my Cheerios and drain the bowl.


“A few of us are going out after work to pretend it’s not the end of the world,
if you want to join us.”

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