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Mike Moreschi
Nov 6, 2025
Witness this deli of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender Jack,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puffed
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
Even for a grinder. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honor’s at the stake. How stand I, then,
That have a breakfast rushed, a brunch endured,
Hungers of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent feast of twenty thousand meals
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their waists like beds, fight for a chop
Whereon the numbers cannot hold the punts,
Which is not board enough and continent
To hold the sated? O, from this time forth
My thoughts be salumi or be nothing worth!