the long day deserves
nay
demands
the levels of sugar you’re about
to pour through these veins
chased by butter and popcorn-topped
piles of salt
i’d stop you
but my lifeless limbs
no longer work
(save the channel changing
finger pointer of course)
an IV may be nil by mouth
but these years
where movies were my livelihood
made the entitlement
so much more
alcoholic
the sieve and the sand 
So I’m contemplating… since you again used a comment to inspire this latest poem. Should we reengage in a second tete-a-tete of title alterations? I won’t lie, I’ve had a hankerin’.
when in doubt the answer is undoubtedly yes.
To that I say, en-guard! (or however it’s spelled.)