Bacon

Slam poet on a slam home skillet.
But where's the home bacon?

If you add possesive
She might think digressive
Add a my to the sly
And it's all wrong for me
It's all gone in the hidden tree

Slam bacon on the skillet and it sizzles
So good for you and me

Chol-est-er-ol and it's good for you and me
Crunchy and salty munch on it for we
But the old starving man can't see
The old homeless woman can't be

Cholesterol for you and melt's like cholesterol
For me.