He fried an egg and slid it down his throat
Expertly, like it was a raw oyster
And he a discerning chef
He chased the egg with pale tang and dry wheaties,
The stuff of astronauts and athletes
And he felt like an athlete
As he jumped over the brambles concealing his belongings
Then slowed and casually strode to the sidewalk
Where patrol cars pass
Looking for jewels like him
He may be late for work now
On second thought he felt more like an actor than an athlete