I may have had
my last Mexican meal.
The last three times
I tried that thing
I found it
very trying indeed.

I do not think
I can stomach half the foods
that I used to.
The poisons I once would freely choose
leave me for extended periods
of little use.

I will miss the Mexican mouthfuls
of my ill-spent youth
and my ill-spent middle age
and my ill-spent last week
but I shall find a way
to persevere
after this declared change of diet.

And today
I do declare it:
never again
shall I enter a Taco Bell
with a hangover
for breakfast.