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Pop Crackle Snap

(A spoken word poem.)

Pop. Crackle. Snap. Yeah, I’m talking about popcorn, that buttery king of the snack aisle, The crunch that calls you from across the room, That irresistible siren song, louder than your mother’s voice on a Sunday morning.

Popcorn, baby, it ain’t subtle. It doesn’t whisper—no, it shouts. It’s like, “I’m here, I’m crunchy, and I’ll stick to your teeth like a bad habit.” Every kernel a mini explosion, Like fireworks for your mouth, without the safety goggles.

But oh, the preparation. The microwave’s gotta hum its electric hymn, Three minutes of anticipation, as you wait, Wondering if this batch will be perfect— Or a scorched mess, like that one Thanksgiving when Aunt Brenda tried to make the turkey vegan.

Then—BOOM!—a rapid-fire drumbeat of pops, Like applause at a concert nobody paid for, That bag balloons up, like a tiny yellow revolution, And you tear it open, expecting heaven but bracing for disappointment. Because there’s always that one kernel, that stubborn little punk, hiding in the bottom. Teasing you, daring you to chip a tooth.

Popcorn don’t care. Popcorn’s tough. It’s the street fighter of snacks. It’s been boiled, burned, and nuked, and it still comes out crunchy. You think potato chips would survive that? Please.

It’s a carnival classic. A movie must-have. A snack that doesn’t care if it gets all over your lap. Salty, buttery, sometimes even cheesy. And yeah, I’ve seen people drench it in caramel, making it sticky sweet— But we know that’s not its true form.

You want popcorn pure? Salt, butter, and a sprinkle of defiance. That’s the real deal. That’s the stuff you can eat by the handful, and when you’re done, you look at the empty bowl, And you’re not ashamed. No regrets. Just salt-dusted fingers and a bowl of memories.

Popcorn doesn’t need a stage. It is the stage. And when the lights go down and the movie starts, Popcorn’s still there, crackling, crunching, Like the soundtrack to your life.

Popcorn isn’t just a snack. It’s a statement. A rebellion. A promise that when life gets tough, When things start to pop off—so will you.

Popcorn.
Stay crunchy. Stay loud.

Joe Ditzel

Joe Ditzel is a keynote speaker, humor writer, and really bad golfer. You can reach him via email at [email protected] as well as Twitter, Facebook, Google+ and LinkedIn.