At Least I’ll Be Full When I Get There

I met a man
Handing out pamphlets titled
“The Ticket to Heaven”
He offered me one,
With great zeal,
As I passed by,

I had to decline

For I was carrying my dinner in one hand,
And my laptop in the other,

Guess I’m on my way to the Deep South


*More observances and diatribes on the way provided I can pry myself away from my studies...