SLAVES OF FOOD Thick red blood veins bath in anger The stomach grumbles in idiotic anger A taste of food and out springs laughter Triumphant moods commence again after And it can be argued We are all but slaves of food Digesting away between interludes Without food the mind is wholly screwed We consume and wear different costumes With food for thought and food of all sorts We eat for the heart until it sets us apart While the crumbs are often sought by rats The pleasure one feels after a congested meal That inner gratifying satisfaction is cheap but real Toast, eggs and beans and it is work and work Fruits, wine and cakes and it is talk and talk Coffee or tea and eyes are conspicuously awake A turkey roast and sleep is suspiciously at stake We are all but slaves of food I conclude with fluctuating moods There is food for romance There is food for the fools Enjoy, eat fast, food never lasts, rewind and preview Hungry mouths elsewhere regularly wait for its rescue By Sylvia Chidi
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 06:50:26 +0000
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