Alright… Yeah, I know. Another bacon song. Relax. I’m not writing a manifesto. I’m just makin’ breakfast. Alarm goes off, I slap it twice, Feet hit the floor, knees talk back nice. Mirror says, “Man, you’ve had some years,” I nod like, “Yeah — I was there for ‘em.” I ain’t chasing youth, I ain’t fixing flaws, Just trying to start the day, without starting a war. Skillet’s cold, house still asleep, That quiet moment I actually keep. "Before I ruin it." Bacon makes sense when I don’t, When my head’s already tired by dawn. It doesn’t fix a thing, doesn’t promise much, Just does what it’s always done. Real ingredients, real mess on the stove, Grease on my shirt — yeah, that’s how it goes. Life doesn’t line up neat and straight… Bacon makes sense. Package says simple — pork and salt, I trust that more than most advice I’ve bought. Dog’s in the doorway, dead serious stare, Like this moment’s bigger than he can bear. Pan’s too hot — I back it down, Learned the hard way, learned it loud. Flip it once, let it do its thing, Some lessons land if you stop fiddling. "Still working on that one." Bacon makes sense when I don’t, When I’m fine on paper but still feel off. No speeches, no rules, no better plan, Just a pan that stays where I left my hand. Real ingredients, real mess, no spin, Nothing pretending to be more than it is. Some mornings don’t need explaining… Bacon makes sense. Yeah, yeah… moderation. I hear you. But nobody ever stood over a pan of bacon And felt lied to. Eggs crack wrong, toast leans left, Kitchen looks like I made some effort. Nothing fancy, nothing clean, Just food that knows what it’s supposed to be. I’m not saying this fixes much, But it steadies things enough. There’s value in a thing that stays, Doesn’t change the rules mid-play. Bacon makes sense when I don’t, And that’s enough most days now. Not a cure, not a fix, not a statement, Just breakfast showing up how it knows how. Real ingredients, real mess, real time, Morning starts honest — and I’m alright. Life doesn’t always explain itself… Bacon makes sense. I’ll clean the pan. Not right now. But I will. "Fridge Raider out."
