Quick supper needs a pizza tonight,
Papa Murphy’s takeout can do,
A tasty baking we love to chew,
Reminds me of delivering old Chicken Delight.
Delivery chicken was the fast-food craze,
I’d grab the hot box and then drove,
To an urban house in some strange grove,
Those were the jobs in past college days.
Now I have time for leisure and ease,
Perchance I should bake for myself,
With nutritious items from Green Grocery Elf,
A platonic chef would not cook sleaze.
In Eden’s kitchen, we bake for our self,
Time is eternal, we seem to be free,
But Eve’s deception has that hidden fee,
Modern Adam’s labor fills my exile’s shelf.
Existential it is to have a quick slice,
I’m not laughing now for such sage advice.
Francis D. Conlon is a retired and recovering school teacher. For the past 18 years, he has worked as a seasonal river ranger, and as a boat inspector for ANS (aquatic nuisance species), at Yampa River State Park and at Elkhead Reservoir outside nearby Hayden, Colorado, in northwestern Colorado.