They lied to us about unrefridgerated meat,
They said it was unsanitary,
And possibly dangerous,
to eat,
But here it is,
Four or Five days left alone,
Laying on the counter,
Developing a tubular Biome,

And from the counter, into the sink,
I wash away the slime,
These hot-dogs are good as new,
almost in their post-factory prime!

I split them down the center,
Ready for the feast!
and put them in the air-fryer,
@400 Fahrenheit for 15 minutes,
To demolish any microbial beasts...

Piping hot and scorching,
The Aged Frankfurter enters my lips,
And I reflect upon the simple taste,
Greasy, yet sublime...

What has brought me to this lonesome place?
This place, that was always meant to be mine?