Grabbing greed, we’re prowling, pushing
Who will claim the buffet’s crown? Own
as any mean is fair for calories
wobbling through halls and galleries
to grow, be fat, be super-sized.
Meatballs, gravy, mayonnaise
bread and butter, skip the greens
barbecue and chicken-wings
dress it well with lard and beans.
Nudge with elbows, stomping feet
push and probe. raise your fist
sausage fingers dipped in soup
then bring caramel, bring apple pie
bring chocolate sauce, and ice cream scoops.
Clogging arteries, fat the livers
Who will win, who will eat the most?
with purple faces, we then raise to toast
The winner, loser, is the first to die.
Today we are writing about food at dVerse where Sarah hosts. I could not helo it but I had to write about eating too much, The most overlooked cardinal sin.
January 11, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This really is a feast of gluttony, Björn: how grotesque you make it all sound!
Yuck. Effective imagery. Quite effective!
This reminds me of an all-inclusive holiday we went on. By the end of the week I was eating grilled fish and salad and not much else! This is so visceral and so grotesque.
A bit like Mr Creosote
Just one waffer thin mint…! I did think of him as I was reading!
A hard, hard voice……coming from the Nordic winter after festivities…but I like the hard voice of this poetry, very much, and the superb phrasing….as for your last line……brilliant
A cardinal sin gluttony sure is and your verse makes me averse to food! Fantastic job, Björn.
This is absolutely brilliant! From “skip the greens,” to “sausage fingers dipped in soup then bring caramel, bring apple pie,” one can visualize the greed that’s related with food and is so easy to become prey to. Kudos! 💝💝
Oh my, this paints gluttony as the sin it is and its deadly cost. Too much of a good thing indeed – such an abundance is sickening,
I agree with Ingrid’s comment. The phrase “skip the greens” did make me smile a bit; that really fits with the rest of your piece.
I believe in the cliche, you are what you eat. “The winner, loser, is the first to die.” Unfortunately monoculture farming practices for food, forestry, textiles, etc. as well as factory farming of animals will be the death of us all.
Ironic, since I just commented on Ingrid’s poem that our Saturday ritual is homemade pizza — vegetarian.
I was hungry until I read this — maybe I will skip a meal.
Ah, I adore it. I loathe it entirely, but you’ve captured it marvelously. Well framed, friend.
Wow so much truth in every word. Pass me the greens please.
Much love…
well said bjorn. skip the greens indeed. i must admit to being a bit over stuffed of late. i always am at this time of year.
More, please.
Some people are a glutton for food, others are a glutton for words. The first type of person is more trustworthy because he follows simple senses. The second type of person offers better conversation, but he holds things back.
And there is a third type of person who judges the two types and decides which one he’d like to hang out with and aid and assist.
— Catxman
http://www.catxman.wordpress.com
Yuk! Think I’ll go on a fast now as my appetite has disappeared! 😀
Yes gluttony is a sin. It mentions even in the Bible. Most people overlook it. Sad.
A great poem Bjorn. My wife calls it the feeding trough! And we wonder why people are getting bigger and bigger!
I have to admit that I eat too much – I’ve gained weight in the past few years…
😦
David
I’d take to this feast of flavors like a fish to water…delicious imagery ❤
The trough of death for the glutton.
Food, glorious food! Buffets for me seem such a waste and make me study the consumer. I get an image of them I don’t really care for 😦 Loved the graphic you used!
Sounds like an average kind of menu for many. Obscene, but common.
Reminds me of the feasts a King and his men would have… stuffed faces and egos! Nice!
I feel like I need to go and eat something healthy after that fabulously, gluttonous poem.
I think this is a perfect poem about buffets. I don’t like to eat at a buffet style restaurant but, when I have, I am amazed by how much food people can eat, lol.
This makes me think of all the ridiculous eating contests in the U.S.
How people can watch them is beyond me,
I may never eat again.
Gluttony is never a pretty sight – your poem paints it ugly and true Björn. ‘Dress it well with lard and beans’ indeed!
It takes hordes to feed the few engourged.