Allas the day has come
when eating is remembered like a breath or a hum
a thought that pops up in your head
a lowly snack before your bed
something so simple yet necessary as the day is sun
other thoughts are washed away
what should be for lunch today?
people are lost by all the choices
the table must be set, because most is
you think of cheese, of bread, of meat
how to put it together and what for after, a treat
we think of all the pretty things
we think of it all accept what it means
the cows arent of plenty and the milk is now mostly processed
but you won't let that interrupt your bed rest
You don't care for the fact that the planet is dying but somehow the fruite is always ripe
No those silly NORMAL things don't get in YOUR dreams or make you wake in the middle of the night
You don't care what animal wasn't feeling well that month or which one lost their young
All you care about is if it's rare inside and bleeds onto your tongue
you could care less about it's seed or needs or if it could even walk before it passed
So eat up and don't worry about the sacred ways of life or nature or if tomorrow could be mother earths last
Pass the steak and the white patater
Eat up, get fat,
after get on a zumba mat.
The perfect eats are all around !
who cares about are dying grounds..
I want a sandwich now, the best one in town.
About the Creator
K. Waterss
Poetry has been my life for as long as I can remember. It's the only other thing besides my daughter that makes sense to me most days.
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