Poems and Poetry

Not a Foodie | A Poem by G.S. Katz

like good food
live in NYC
we’ve got the best restaurants here
short of Paris perhaps

but labeling yourself a “foodie”
is pretentious and pathetic

make sure you don’t go into debt
at those restaurants who laugh at you
when you pay the bill remember
it’s food, not gold

no, not a foodie
look in the mirror
are you really sure
you wanna call yourself that?

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