Confessions of a Gourmet

Given that food nourished me since birth
I still enjoy the milk of mother earth
Eartquakes and poprocks are similar
They tremble and shake in a way familiar
Succulent dew drops before the rising sun
Cotton candy melts, paints my tongue

I still enjoy the milk of mother earth
Sweet corn and things, honey glaze on buffalo wings

Now I crave beyond description of basic things
Foie gras, truffles, waygu, caviar
To eat these I will pay any price
And when I am old the sun sets
The evening comes, memories reflect
Yes I did it, look back in life, no regrets

written by Jomo Morris & Karolle Speid



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