Consumption Complication
Food.
Our Food.
Our Children's Food.
Rid the world of the chemicals,
The filth, the grime, the junk.
Rid the world's food of the chemicals,
Maybe people wouldn't be in such a funk.
Our food is slowly becoming fake,
yet cake mixes we continue to bake.
BHT, PGPR- can you tell me what they are?
They're in your food
They're all around,
I'd rather eat real food off the ground.
This situation is one that I hate
If chemicals weren't in our food,
The population might lose some weight.
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