We are what we eat

In the stewpot of life
we all get served something
Some pick at the truth
like careful dieters
Others shovel in great dripping ladles
of whatever’s bubbling loudest
And there he is
Trump
the man of the hour
floating proudly on top
a dumpling of self‑regard
a glob of gristle
seasoned with ego
marinated in his own headlines
The broth churns with
lies
self‑importance
and the occasional prophecy
about how only he
can save the world
from the world
Those on a diet
watch the feast‑goers balloon
stuffed to the gills
on bluster
on noise
on the sacred fat
rendered from their chosen idol
They slurp it down
eyes shining
as he blesses the pot
like a self‑appointed
second coming
of himself
We are what we eat.



Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2026-05-07 at 06:57

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Clara Mae Gregory The PoetBay support member heart!
Mick,
"We" are what "we" eat? Such a nice over-used cliche-

However-

We don’t all eat from the same plate, my friend.
Nor do we drink from the same cup.

And there's another old idiom-
Don't put all your eggs in one basket....and
We don’t all float in the same boats..
What most take for truths are lies
2026-05-07


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
As a life long vegetarian turned pescetarian I have believed this from a very young age. Taking care of what we put in our bodies and by extension our lives has unbelievable importance. We need to select things using our intellect, and forget about the dazzle that might be put before us. Blessings, Allen
2026-05-07


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
True, the rise of fascism is always gradual
2026-05-07


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
But who save the world and us from the likes of Trump?
ken d williams
2026-05-07