some would say the good steak is what melts like butter in your mouth, but i like the tough stuff that you can chew like bubble gum and savor the fat; they say it’s for peasants, but bah, what good is a steak that melts and is gone? what other luxuries do we misinterpret?

they say the good cheese stinks and the good wine tastes like metal, but bah, i want a cheese i can eat and a wine i can drink.

they say the good life is sitting around doing nothing all day, but bah, i’d be bored in the first second. give me the yolk; let me work up an appetite.

they say the rich sit way up high, but bah, put me in the dirt where i came from.