Big soda ban: Bloomberg administration proposes ban on sugary drinks larger than 16 ounces–headline in the Daily News
BOND Trader for the World
Ad Maker, Stacker of Rice Crackers,
Player with Pilates and the Nation’s Barista;
Poised, slender, ironic,
City of the Toned Arms:
They tell me you are healthy and I believe them, for I
have seen your miserable smokers huddled in the
doorways of your office buildings and restaurants.
And they tell me your body-mass index and I answer: Yes, it
is true I have seen the wives of your hedge-fund managers
take a spin class in the morning and another at 3 in the afternoon.
And they tell me you are expensive and my reply is: yeah, no shit.
Like, the mayor’s a billionaire, okay?
And having answered I turn once more to those who
sneer at this my city, and I roll my eyes at them
and I’m like:
Come and show me another city that charges thirty-four dollars
for two soft-shell crabs and a spoonful of undercooked fava beans.
Where you can have crostini topped with lardo and malfatti
with beef-cheek ragout and shaved pecorino and it’s all cool.
Because you’re going to a screening later where
you’ll have an espresso instead of a soda.
And you are proud to live among the Bond Traders, Ad Makers,
Stackers of Rice Crackers
In the City of the 16-Ounce Soda and the Pint-Sized Mayor,
Stretching
Running
Crunching
Lifting
Biking
Hoping to live long enough for gentrification to reach your block of Sunset Park.
Wonderful. I am a stacker of Ritz Crackers.
Easier than Rice Crispies
i’ll take the beef cheek and stack ’em up, please!
xo A. Ames