They say you shouldn’t eat cicadas raw,
which, to me, defeats the purpose.
You’ve waited 17 years to eat the thing,
and now you want me to wait to cook it?
Nah, I just want to open my mouth and chomp!

But, apparently, the connoisseur wants you to
properly select the correct cicada
– one that isn’t diseased,
is the right age,
has the right markings –
and then season it up
all the right ways
and cook it
along with some of its friends.

Seems like way to much work for me,
but then I like my Twinkies
out of a can.

Perhaps you’ll enjoy your cicadas
the way you’re told to eat ’em.
Me, I’m going for ’em wild.