Caviar and PBJs
When would a PBJ taste better than caviar?
Rusty bronze compared to gold:
Two walls of bread just glued together
Versus delicate marbles of roe
Caviar is collected--
A noble sturgeon must be caught
A PBJ is slapped together
And all its ingredients can be bought
But to a rich man, caviar is dull
A meal he eats every day
To the poor man, PBJ’s are luxuries
A weapon to keep hunger at bay
The thing dear reader, about food
It depends on the person who meets it
So the next time you pick up a PBJ
Remember some people would give anything to eat it
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