Not Surprisingly, They're Produced and Marketed by the Same People

He feeds me this “convenience food,” these
Wan and tasteless vegetables from cans,
And macaroni under something claimed
Akin to cheese. The beer he's served
Is weak and foul, but I consume and don't
Complain until he starts to rant again.
The government oppresses anyone who
Wants to make a buck. The system's rigged
To hobble those who have the gumption
To succeed, while making life a paradise
For layabouts (of swarthy cast) who've
Chosen to be poor. I raise my hand, and
Say, “Enough! I know you're busy. That
Is why I'll sit and eat this dreadful food,
But my mind's less forgiving than my
Stomach, and it always gags when it
Has to taste convenience thought."



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-05-22 at 17:25

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