Burning Ham

I awoke to the smell of burning ham and macaroni;
and a smoke alarm blaring over my bed;
a trilling mechanical sound to mix with the ocean of voices below
Pulling my sheets and covers up - slow
I drowned them from my head

but to no avail, I dread.

This crowd won't leave or stop singing
won't hush down or quit flinging
false thank you's and grateful quips;
or hand-holding prayers full of shit.
until they're all portly, round and fed.

~CI