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Bacon & Eggs.

My father didn't know, and
ate himself to death.
Starting each morning with
a breakfast of eggs & bacon,
toasted bread heavily buttered,
and plenty of coffee, ending most days
Steak, and some sort of pasta for dinner
with few, if any vegetables, and of course
a few cups of coffee.

Positive that God had been good to him.
Leaving him with most of his teeth
and a generous pension check,
unheard of for a man of his age when
his father was as old.
He sat at the kitchen table loaded gun in hand
‘metaphorically speaking' and.
Descended into the Russian roulette scene from
Michael Cimino's Deer Hunter movie.

Completely unaware of the triglycerides,
cholesterol, and trans fats in the gun's next chamber
about to kill him

As we ate breakfast together the morning of the day
of his massive heart attack and death.
Bacon & eggs, sunny side up the way he liked them.

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