Ketchup

A poem

Photo by Erik Mclean on Unsplash

Ketchup is and always
has been better than me
in every single way on
every single day from the
start of the week to its very end
it is Ketchup that provides their
meal with the satisfaction they seek
day in and day out as they indulge
in a hot dog or cheeseburger
and stuff it into their mouth with a bite
so big it could be an apple in New York City
whose lights shine so pretty during the night
it is because of Ketchup that couples get in
fights as it adds an extra layer
of flavor that myself and
other condiments lack
our sugar percentage is low much like
our self esteem as children, wives, and
husbands feel glee while adding ketchup
to their meals that have been grilled,
roasted, or boiled
Ketchup is spoiled by attention and
lets it be known that it is the chosen
one on a throne held up by white
bread or a bun with sesame seeds
it does not seek validation as it receives
it each day in many different ways from
corporate retreats to baseball games that
involve synchronized waves from east to
west
Ketchup is better than me
not only because they told me
but because they are the best
and if Mustard or others disagree
we are simply a jealous pest
who does not deserve to be digest-
ed