Yeah… I’ve heard what they say. Been hearing it a long time. Funny thing is... The bacon didn’t change. They put warnings on the package, Charts on the evening news, Told me fear was part of breakfast, Sold it dressed up as truth. I watched ‘em trade real pigs For powders, bars, and shakes, Said trust the lab, trust the logo, Don’t ask where dinner's from. Cast iron warming, quiet house, Morning doing what it does, Funny how the noise fades out When real foods don't act up. Bacon never judged me... they did With charts, headlines, and shame Bacon just showed up steady Didn’t blink when they needed blame Crack, pop, lean into the plate No speech, no disguise I didn’t need saving I needed something that wasn’t a lie They said fat was the villain Then sold me sugar by the pound Moved the goalposts every decade Wondered why we’re slowing down I read the studies, watched ‘em bend Funding talking louder than sense Hard to fear a strip of pork When it fed us longer than them Dog in the doorway, eyes locked in Like he already understands Real food don’t make excuses It just does what it can Bacon don’t answer to trends Or the pyramid taped to the wall Doesn’t change its story mid-sentence Doesn’t care when they move the goal Pork... salt... smoke... truth... Same way it’s always been If this is wrong, it’s wrong with history And I’m done asking permission Some preach “less is more,” Like that’s a badge of wisdom, But I’ve seen empty plates and heard A quiet hunger called “improvement.” Paleo. Primal. Keto. Funny how simple scares a system Built on replacements. I’ve burned it stiff, I’ve pulled it fast Ate it standing, didn’t make it last Shared it once... yeah, learned that quick Some things don’t need a group to fix Grease on the counter, dog on patrol Kitchen looks like I showed my soul If loving this puts me in the wrong I been standing here way too long When they get loud about what I should fear And every answer comes with a brand There’s a skillet saying, “You’re fine right here” With meat, heat, and your own two hands No guilt... (No guilt) No cleanse... (No cleanse) No starting over again. Bacon never judged me. So yeah… They can keep the charts and slogans, The shakes, the bars, the new advice. I’ll keep the pig, the egg, the morning, And a breakfast that doesn’t apologize. Bacon never judged me. Bacon showed up. Bacon stays.
